I've dreamed of evil deeds, and crime, and pains;
I've counted days until my heart turns dark;
I've even filled my rooms with spikes and chains,
And all of it is waiting for a spark.

My minions wait for me to touch the phone,
And armour waits for them when they come here;
With lawful lords I've listed every bone
I'll pick, and whom I'll have to "disappear".

It's on my calendar: TAKE OVER WORLD.
It's written twice, and underlined in red.
I have my flags, all stacked and neatly furled,
And all my loved ones are, by chance, long dead.

Tomorrow is the day.

Am I prepared?
Am I, or is the world, the one more scared?