There was a battle raging, tho' no visible weapon in sight.
The Conqueror stood in the heavens, seated on his steed of white.
"Master of your kingdom? That's not hard to do!
Mint a coin," he said, "And all will follow you!"
An enormous coin poised over the earth started a slow descent,
Convincing man of its worth, filling Man with greed and contempt.
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