Mount Vesuvius erupts like a car bomb,
The suffering forged by screams of time,
They bellow through the ruins of a city,
And echo boundless through forgotten shrines,
Nothing is left by the time planes touch down,
Babylon's outcasts outside it's crumbling walls,
God cannot hear us from a sanctuary's rubble,
Preserving charred bodies wrapped tightly in palls
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