The mountain doesn't move its lips it rumbles it roars. Volcano and sick ashes fill the sky. The villian music is about. And the dope guy. And the neighborhood. The whole hood explodes. And the ashes fall out. The devils fiddle plays. With volcanic molten pouring mush. It explodes. And the sound it lets out is a shrill thunder of swirling winds caught in angelic wakes. Twilight skies. It cackles along the night sky with a sudden strike of lighting and gushes out some more. The music doesn't dare. Shhhhhh. Groaaar roars the Lion. The Tiger explores. Ashes seep the natures light. The drone on and on. The Sound soars. Doooh dooo doooh da da da the horn plays on the otherside. If you listen closely you can hear them partying. How Deep does their Love go? Like a pulse of musical pride and California soul. "God why did I do it why did I deserve to die?" A small man prayeth on the shrine of the otherside. None of them escaped the ashes. None of them expected to die. It was chaos born into Order and correction for the little sinners of all kind. We died. The spirit above says we don't wanna outshine him, we wanna shine with him. It's Gold. It's God. OH MY GOD JESUS YOU SAVED ME! Screams someone on the otherside. He reads with a slight gasp as his throat burns. It's Gold. It was all of you, He said. You know the big question everyone always ask on the otherside? God answered them. Fear is the big enemy He says. God is the big guy. And hes Good. Sweet Jesus He is. So. Good. Even for them, for the Little guys. Who want to be weird and choke. And Enjoy it. It's fine a mere sinner writes. All along I knew it a small man thinketh on the couch in the sectional life. And Jesus heard it. He simply did. What if God could punishment me? What if God could take my life, another small man prayeth. They can both be explained. They both have whys? For what purpose, reason, or cause; with what intention, justification, or motive: Why is the door shut? Why do birds sing? Why do the children cry. You wan't to kill it, you want to die. Rock your thunder, open up your sky claps the hands of God, so why, so oh why did you have to kill my music in an electric guitar noise he screeches. Yeah ask me why? And boom the volcano explodes. So I'm gonna write sick poetry with you and everything you are the God the poet begs for. And He explains. I am the Poet God. I am the temple the thunder.The afterlife is tight. That's it, that's dope. That's how lava flows. And boom the demons ROAR! YEAAAAH! dot dot dot I learned wisdom that day I really. We're really meant to follow the Ten Commandments and follow Gods orders all the time if we want to live perfect and happy lifes for everyne to share and caring matters and the devil does too, he called me lucky. God wants to feel together not apart. And It's Good. It's God. It's tight. And the Gays are okay too.