Second Rising
With the onslaught of hatred brewing.
The deceased abode is ready,
for its first viewing.
Hidden deep within the urban decay,
safe from political debates and heated frays.
The manner in which this manor was mantained,
shouts of moral abuse.
A century and a half young,
this steeple chase race has it debut.
In the anti masonic stature of youth,
dedcadent heirs fill its halls.
The manor prepares for its
second rising
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