Everyone is looking for something
And it's deep underground
I'm not talking about minerals
Which already are found

This is more precious than gems
More sought out than gold
It's stronger than steel
But more combustible than coal

I'm talking about the Wellspring
A sliver of a far off star
Foreigners want its power
But that's going to cause war

The Regency is afraid
That they will make it blow
But that's not the real threat
They don't even know

Because a Jester built a bomb
An explosive right on the brink
With a timer set to end
Sooner than you think

So before you go to war
Why don't you think of P.E.A.C.E.
And reconsider this Jester
Your regency turned into a beast

(maybe I'll stop the timer if you let visit)

Director Zargoth
Purifier of Poetry

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Miraman, in the year 1000 AF.