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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.
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