Chintamani Stone

I saw an old man of nativity
Searching, searching and lurching
Down a forgotten lonely grave yard
He muttered words of elevations
Singing Buddhists rhymes
Sweet lullaby pushing me to sunamer

In his quest
Excavating, excavating and extracting
Bones artifacts of forgotten origins
Made sense to him
Wailing tears of rejuvenation
I hollered
Why not respect the dead?

This is fur greater than cause young man
His white bushy moustache giggling
The world is at peace if this purplets is in safe hands
This purplet stone of destiny answers all
You want conquest
It gives at a cost
The cost is destined
Son this is the wondering stone of destiny

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