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...
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