Volcano, great and mighty,
Minutes before eruption
A loud bang comes from the volano.
Smoke, ash and dust
Billow from the top.
Clouds form,
Rain falls,
Thunder olls,
Lightning streaks across the sky.
They sky goes dark as midnight,
People caught off guard,
People fall to the ground
Dead from carbon dioxide.
Rocks flying through the air,
People scream and die
Death and terror everywhere.
Not a soul lives from this eruption.
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