The law of Chemical Reaction, is that no new atom is lost, nor gained. If we, hypothetically, can find chemical reactions which break down into new parts, and the new chemicals react with those of the other chemical reactions, we can harvest the energy emitted from these reactions indefinitely, It's not perpetual motion. Simply using a multiplicity of fuels, and reusing them, and the energy created by the chemical reactions. We might even be able to harvest all of the chemicals from the ocean. 

I think Jules Verne had this idea, but people don't understand it.

The Nomad peoples,
Slaves of Soleb,
Their God Yahweh,
The monument made in 1420bc...
Bounden with rope
Upon the temple stones
The men are there...
Proof the Egyptians enslaved we Jews.

Can't fertilize the ocean with iron.
Rust is poisonous to fish.

There is nothing more despicable than a fox.
A gnarly haired, weasely fox.
It goes from place to place, wandering
Until it finds a nice little grove
Where all the meeker animals are at rest.
There, the animals are at rest,
And frolic on the knolls, will linger
By the human legs which wander nigh.
Then, the fox sees this, with belly growling
And it decides to disturb the years of peace
By picking off the little ones.
Then the meek ones.
Then the plump ones.
Birds, rabbits, squirrels, chipmunks.
All the nice little animals which before,
Like the little chickadee which nearly perched on my sandal
It eats them. 
And the animals, restless, stir from their holes
And no longer linger by the travelers foot.
Never having known danger,
The meek little mild bunnies die
With wounds in their sides,
Half eaten. To be thrown into the garbage can.
And one Fox does this, and when the habitat is disturbed,
And restless, and scared, it is happy
So it moves to the next pleasant forest,
And there, does its murderous spree once again.

He joined the masons to find the truth.
He joined to find his selfish verity.
Around, around, around he went, bloody bib
And found a thousand fairy tales.
Myths were told, and some old Ghost Stories,
While they pondered on geometry.
What ended was his self made religion
A god of worlds, he created his mind...
A thousand neural pathways linked,
He filled his head with fairytales,
And at the end, he died not knowing 
What a Mason even was.

You are.
I write lyrical masterworks.
You mumble into a microphone.
How corrupt is this society?

You hold wads of cash.
I sit in a pair of pajamas with a hole in the crotch.
You paid alright.
Two step beats,
A couple of bells,
And a mumble with some talk of Glocks. 

You're free to do it.
But if the market pays you
And not me, 
Who's written epic poems...
It's pretty sad.

Two outs, the closer is pitching.
He comes out, in comes Alvarado.
He throws a 100mph fast ball;
Can't hit the zone though.
They go here, they go there.
An ERA above 7.
I'm next to cussing at the TV.
"Why?" I cry, as the game goes
Into extra innings. They keep him in.
He pinch hits. Nothing special
But the NL Pitchers don't have to hit anymore,
So add that factoid to an already bizarre game.

To get us there, Harper won my approval when he 
Scored clutch runs, pinch hitting, after a bogus strike.
My guy, Veirling hits a homer at the top of the 9th.
And bizarre rules got my other guy Hoskins to home plate in the 10th.
Thought it would go to New York for that one,
Getting the National's Manager ejected.

Alvarado throws a nail biter, gets another run scored on him.
But Rhys gave us a run to give. Game's not over in the bottom.
And, another nail biter, the ball grounds to third base,
Bohm throws a beauty to first;
This after our best fielder Didi gets his first error of the year
Sending us into extra innings.
The final out is in. I think to myself, "Well, a guy throws a 100mph fast ball
"I make 4,000 line epic poems;
"The pitch isn't that good, but it's at that elite level."

Mr. Bieber has Ramsey Hunt Syndrome.
He received it from a shingles outbreak.
Not from the Corona Virus Vaccine.

When I had shingles, my doctor told
Me to go straight to the Urgent Care Center, 
As it began as a sort of sore rash.
They prescribed me black pills
Which were an antiviral.

Poor Justin. And my doctor told me
One of the dangers of Shingles was RHS.
Let's not spread lies, people.

However, his eye is darkened
Like the False Shepherd's.
Let it be a warning about preaching sin.
God does not want His people
Preaching that Sin is okay.
No sexual sin, nor homosexuality,
Nor transexuality, nor idolatry,
Nor blasphemy, nor reproach nor bitterness,
Nor disobedience to parents,
Nor remark which is contrary to sound doctrine,
Nor drunkenness, lust or envy
Nor rebellion nor theft, nor adultery
Or any other manner of sin.

For, this is what God did to him
And stricken him in the right eye
Like the false shepherd's in Zechariah.

America is a perfect storm
Of every radical belief
Right now. 
It all festers and oozes.
I'm saddened by its course.
There is no man who can stop it.
No, not one.
It is fascism, yet communism.
It is anarchy, yet tyranny.
It is feudalism, yet objectivism.
It is religious bigotry, yet atheistic contempt.
It is feminism, yet misogyny.
It is greed, yet hate.
It is homosexuality, yet heteronormity.
It is divorce, yet it is domestic violence.
It is theft, yet it is murder.
It is riots, yet it is revolution.