'The fall of empires is but a matter of night,
When the empire crumbled, its foundation did slip.
For when rulers forget the people's plight,
Revolution's fires shall soon be born.
Be cautioned, therefore, in words and actions,
Analyze before you extort and impose a tax,
When the burden is bore beyond their might,
The downtrodden shall soon rise to rebel.
Hence, learn to drip and earn the trust,
Walk in the light, and honour the meek,
When a leader is true and kind,
He helps everyone rise, and not let them burn.'
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