You build the machine.
It topples over.
You build the engine,
And then you lay siege
With it to starve out
Whoever you’ve trapped.
The engine explodes.
You build a new one
And bombard the coast.
Slaughter indigenes.
The machine explodes.
You build a lot more.
You conquer the world
Or most of the world.
There’s fire in the hold.
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