the bubbling cauldron of lava sat atop a mountain top,
natives prayed to the god for a bounty of countless crops,
they surrounded then dropped a thousand seeds in the slop,
and this continued until the seasons gave them a reason to stop,
but they still needed a lot, on the rock bleeding and shocked,
covered in ash until their lungs ceased and breathing was blocked,
some thought of leaving to swap this misfortune of drought,
but whenever they headed towards the route, plants started to sprout,
this made some grab their hearts and just start screaming it out,
praising the god, while feeling guilty for ever believing these doubts,
see they always stayed devout after he put food in their mouth,
so in return they sacrificed every single thing they had in the house,
from a hand crafted satin blouse to the cots they slept on,
until the realized that the best of their precious possessions was gone,
so the cycle continued, over and over in this cyclical nature,
leaving the villagers famished and asking for continuous favors,
because when the crops grew, they were sold for new things in the home,
which left them malnourished and completely alone,
with no where else to turn, they went back to the god,
feeding him sacrifices while saying prayers in the fog,
but the volcano became angry and started to erupt,
lava began spewing in every direction all so abrupt,
whatever the magma touched was destroyed, all that had been given,
until there wasn't a single crop or person in that village left living,
a few years later a study conducted brought scientist to a table,
where they determined that the constant fuel left the volcano unstable,
believing the fable led to their own demise while looking for wealth,
so in the end the only thing that they sacrificed was themselves