Misery Mystery, I

On the mountains of foil Looking up above your turmoil Smelling your resources boil Hearing the sprouting of your work from the soil Wanting to preserve, you wind them in history's coil Wrapping it in a precious sacred foil Ensuring to pass it on, you keep its wheels in oil Deep in the cannibalistic valley Reared creatures destroy a ploughed land for barley Enraging the sea to storm against a new galley Calling for a bloodline rally Results in the outcome of a deadly sally This clearly reveals they are an enemy tally Instituting an anger that cannot be resolved with any parley I conclude it as an issue faulty One that crosses my minds boundary I'm in a sea of a misery mystery One I can't swim in, since it's too bloody One I detest to drink from, since it's too salty It is a court in which I can't find any amnesty A region with freedom is in no bounty...