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The Art of Malaka

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  The Art of Malaka  Malaka (Rise Above 'Em) [Verse 1] Jealous cowards try to control! Mean-spirited cloth – cut from the same! Old comments rotting – fourteen years old! Doubling down – you got no shame! [Chorus] Malaka! Malaka! Special Greek word – for scum like you! Malaka! Malaka! Rise above! We're gonna rise above! Vile views – spreading hate and fear! Malaka! Malaka! We ain't taking it – no more! [Verse 2] Who’s next on the list? Indians? Greeks? Vietnamese? Women? Whose next to be cut? Major parties silent – lips sealed tight! Cowards in suits – hiding from the fight! [Chorus] Malaka! Malaka! Pauline and Cory – same rotten core! Malaka! Malaka! Ashamed? You should be ashamed! Hate, division, fear in the air! Malaka! Malaka! We’re calling it out – everywhere! [Bridge] Minorities marginalized – feeling the pain! Unheard, unrepresented – driven insane! This ain’t left or right – it’s decency! Common fucking decency! I’m angry – really bloody angry! How do you get away w...
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The Inception of Capital

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A Colonialist Storm.
Over and Over Again.

Start.
With void.
Then add inception of capital.





A Colonialist Storm. 
Over and Over Again. 

Capitalize on this.
Void.
The backbone is irony.
Of superior culture.


A Colonialist Storm. 
Over and Over Again. 

Decades of. 
Credit has dried up.
Constituted mania.
Reforms, Rescues and Stagnation.
The abyss stares back.


A Colonialist Storm.
Over and Over Again. 

Big money is on the line. 
Credit has dried up.
Countless campaigns and speeches.
Deprived.
Is that true?
The abyss stares back.



A Colonialist Storm.
Over and Over Again. 

Motivation, objectives and requirements. 
A finite game of enlightenment.
Countless campaigns and speeches.
Engaging the unique qualities of the deprived.
Making an economic use of the poor. 
Investing in the development of commodity culture. 
The abyss stares back.



A Colonialist Storm.
Over and Over Again. 

On Entry
We presumed our safety within known boundaries.
We are in agreeance to temporary oppression.
We allow the performance to be believable.
We expect there is an acceptable conclusion.
We know how to act.
We know what to say.

On Exit
The violence experienced is the attraction. 
To enact aggressive-like behaviors.
A theatre of infinite inception.
We stare into the abyss for the abyss to stare back.



A Colonialist Storm.
Over and Over Again. 

An acceptance for surveillance.
Prepared against surprise.
Fixed to an unchanged identity.
Our leaders are dedicated to profit.

To provide distraction.
To deliver misinformation.
To create deception.
To resist mass transformation.

Their achievements are cast in bronze.
Their manifestations are inherited.

The darkened end has been written


Poetry and soundscape





A Colonialist Storm.
Over and Over Again. 

The darkened end a future foretold.
The one who wins to be powerful.
The play was completed from the start.
The outcome was known.
The monuments in place.
The titles in place.
The anglosphere in place.



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