Raging rags dipped in oil
Filthy to the core,
Rich the pool collected in
It opens up the door.
The mixture pure, when set aflame,
Burns the world anew,
A thousand riches engulfs the view,
Of the old and the new-
Raging rags dipped in oil
Filthy to the core,
Rich the pool collected in
It opens up the door.
The mixture pure, when set aflame
Burns the world anew.
A million years unfolds the truth
Of the old and the new-
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