But when the world Is clad in Midnight's raven-colour'd robe, / 'Mid hollow charnel let me watch the flame / Of taper dim, shedding a livid glare / O'er the wan heaps; while airy voices talk / Along the glimm'ring walls; or ghostly shape / At distance seen, invites with beck'ning hand / My lonesome steps, thro' the far-winding vaults.

 

> You declare war on everyone. Nobody takes you seriously, until you shoot yourself through the brain while reciting fine poetry and fucking survive.

> At that point, the US invades your nation and deposes you, because it turns out they have a troop left.

>

> GAME OVER

> Play again?

 

 

 

 

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