Central Intelligence is Loki
Loki,
Whom was a God in the olden days,
Running now the CIA,
Giving orders rather than taking,
The government now his for the making,
Bodies fall and the Earth is quaking,
Is this really hands they're shaking?
Wars wage,
The senators are filled with rage!
A body now in a cage,
Loki never knew his fate.
For Thor had come to take his place,
A battle waged between two brothers,
Obvious that one had loved the other,
Broken down inside this hold,
Oh, how Loki yearned for the days of old.
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