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>Ozzy's plan just wouldn't stand the test of time, and I am talking few years at most.
But that's literally the point.
>I met a traveller from an antique land
>Who said: — Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
>Stand in the desert… Near them, on the sand,
>Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
>And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
>Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
>Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
>The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed
>And on the pedestal these words appear
>‚My name is Ozymandias, king of kings
>Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!‘
>Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
>Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
>The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Moore even put the poem in the book, that's a dead giveaway that Veidt's plan would fall apart a few years down the line.