A Checklist For World Domination

World domination is a fickle thing. Arsenals must be compiled, and friends beguiled, to see successes bright sheen; At first armies are riled, building from the broke and poor, can save you your store, a trick from The Hailed; Citizens must have rights, to ignore. Omnipotent secret police, the raids must not cease, cultural ideals, smudged by gore; And no food, or space to lease. Those city smucks must work long hours to produce. And high taxes for the farming recluse. No matter how much given, demand a bigger piece; Contact territorial others, tell them of truce. White flags hide true power, your revelation, their final hour, enjoy your brothers, necks snapping in a noose; Dropped bombs birthing magnificent dour, beautiful suns of the night, killing sons of the fight, mushrooms are the freshest flower; But, indulge in those you smite, take advantage of their blight, for soon, you will fall from your height. As the angels take holy flight, evil is slayed by his purging light. For you, Hells fire burns bright; Universal balance makes all wrongs right.