Everything is calm.
Everything seems merry.
But deep down there is rage,
there is boiling turmoil.
The turmoil of a volcano waiting to explode,
needing to escape the rib cage
and the chains of the tongue.

If need be, cause a disaster,
a disaster that will impair everyone.
Leaving the chest cage wide agape.
Unchaining the rage from the tongue.
Causing the calm to become a storm.
After all, before the calm
there should be a storm.