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Canst thou smooth out leviathan with a patch? or his bugs with a code which thou typest down?

2 Canst thou put an nation into his map? or bore his art through with a blank?

3 Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak [YES] unto thee?

4 Will he make an alliance with thee? wilt thou take him for a vassal for ever?

5 Wilt thou play with him as with a game? or wilt thou bind him in irons for thy cheevos?

6 Shall the forums make a laughingstock of him? shall they part him among the shitposters?

7 Canst thou fill his bars with mana? or his missions with empty space?

8 Lay thine hand upon him, remember the fort movement mechanics, do no more.

9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one game be able to complete at the sight of him?

10 None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to develop thy capital?

11 Who hath prevented me, that I should repay loans? whosoever disbands thy army and releaseth Northumberland is mine.

12 I will not conceal his armies, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.

13 Who can discover the americas? or who can come to them without natives of infinite growth?

14 Who can open the menus without crashes? his images are a terrible blank space.

15 His exploits are his pride, shown up eternal as each one is outdone again.

16 One nation is so near to another, that they become the same, as do all on the map.

17 They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be loaded.

18 By his reviews a light doth shine, and his purchases are like the eyelids of the morning.

19 Out of buyer's mouths go burning embers, and yet their money leaps out.

20 Out of the reviews goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.

21 Britain would kindleth coals, and yet it can never be reached.

22 In the expansion remaineth strength, and joy is turned into sorrow before it.

23 The flakes of his excuses are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be believed.

24 His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as getting a new victoria.

25 When he raiseth up himself, the batshit are afraid: by reason of narcissism do they maketh great ramblings .

26 The sword of rants that layeth at him cannot hold: the downvote, the mad, nor the Tinto Team.

27 He esteemeth polish as waste, and stability as child's delusions.

28 The response cannot make him flee: rebuttals are turned in his mind to offal.

29 Glitches are counted as divine: he laugheth at the corruption of a save.

30 Sharp stones are under him: he desireth them there, as he shall prove his devotion.

31 He maketh his balls to boil like a pot: he speweth on the forums like a pot of ointment.

32 He maketh a path to shine after him; not one would think to follow such glory.

33 Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.

34 He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all of pride.