to the core, the fire breaches
'lo the ever buzzing sound
thus with a quiver ever reaches
a spate of lava from the ground
with a motion coming hither
and a gnash of jutting bones
o the spine is quick to slither
and from your chords a set of tones
'from what fever comes this feeling'
some are obtusely wont to ask
still others know what kind of dealings
and in such acts are apt to bask
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