The conquerors came
Looking for that
Wellspring of life
Plundering forth
Through the ever
Expanding new world
Until they realized
The fables were allegories
To the richness they pulled
From Gaia and her servants
They found their true elixir
Bred from the tears of
Youth's future as they
Broke on the barren remnants of
Ravaging destruction and
Evaporated into the accounts of
Men in hidden mansions
Man didn't become Krishna
With Oppenheimer's witness
But when he first struck
Black gold
And sold his soul
For a piece of carbon
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