Beneath icy shadows cast by looming walls
Echoes fade within dreadful halls
Over many a quaint silenced whisper
Lurks amongst the streets the presence of an unknown yet known sinister
An oppressive state – a draconian daylight dreary
Cast upon citizens of bodies and minds weary
Amongst the ruins of freedom forgotten
Lies the power of a mind of ethics rotten
The mind of a tyrannical authority
Wielder of absolute power, devoid of morality
The populace toils, bearing bruises and unseen chains,
For in transparent secrecy, oppression and manipulation reigns
Hell on Earth – a state so hellish that the devil would adore,
Yet amongst the hellish throne rules an angel by the name Manore
The worshiped Lord Manore, falsely claimed savior of the populace for evermore 
For whom the men of false prosperity labor forevermore
Amongst the throne he rests with luxuries galore
While below, his subjects toil for his luxury and nothing more
Roam the streets men of false prosperity and nothing more,
Claiming that all is well – and will be for evermore
Under the illusioned prosperous reign of Lord Manore
And that oppression will plague the populace nevermore
But behind the guise of benevolence that the citizens blindly adore,
Lies an unquenchable thirst for control over his people,
Not subjects but mere slaves that are his forevermore,
Until he is lost to time, 
and his wretched soul suffers in hell forevermore