under the surface of the lake
lies an undying fire, engulfing everything it touches
on the surface, theres not a mutter
a calm still face, no bubble in place
but below the water is a dangerous place
rage, anger, vitriol and hate
sorrow, depression and pain
joy, wonder and agape
swirling in a monsoon of heat
chaotic and random, yet keeping a beat
the water hold it over but what happens when tycoons spill their greed all over?
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