Volcanic manic

How many of you in the light of day or dark of night believe that
when the silence is just approaching but never quite reaching it's
destination , the mind's corroding surplus spews terrible moments onto
the open plateaus of the workable land of the present day. Timelessly
protesting themselves to be just innocent citizens, or the way they
would put it "useless shavings", discarded by the Gods when they would
endlessly toil away through the night and have your fate carved one
hour before the glorious dawn of eternity.