The underworld is full of complete yellow
Of red and yellow to follow,
Like fire and no ice under the Earth
When underneath it is hot and of worth.
The underground journey may swallow us whole,
To supply a degree of heat, sweetness and coal;
It stings us in the head, wonder may mystify,
But does it ingrain us with thinking of what to apply.
Under worlds are plenty and under us is the entrance
Of a stinging and potent lifetime, of a sound chance.
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