There's a war and it's cold,
Destroying this world.
It's more than just gold.
But everything you see is to be sold.
You wish you could hold
The world like a mold.
And the weak are being enrolled.
You'll know only if you behold.
The story is not untold.
But even your thoughts are controlled.
If only these mysteries were unfold,
We could be this world's uphold.