Fluffysminion

I. Archean I know you not. (but I know of you) Jagged rocks spread across your wastelands. Fire comes forth from below your skin. (you, ever the hothead) You do not wish for more. A storm swirls above.  You hold your breath. The rain, rain of fame, falls. You scream, magma bursting from your volcanoes. You kick up ash, and choke yourself. The rain still falls, and it burns you. When only your secret house of Ur is left to you alone, you scream. But nothing can come from you but life.                             The sky burns,                                   And you are powerless to stop it. II.  Proterozoic You, the mother, giggle in tone