The Conqueror

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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