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The Slave Théater {Act One}
as time slips into the future
it drags its own unique brand of baggage
of unreconciled relics
and a gang of blame gamers
raging against the machine behind 'enemy' lines
stuck on stagnant rhetoric
choking on wokeness
minds on remedial remote control
emotions enflamed by Molotov cocktails
politically corrected..
castrated ...circumcised...
wandering like an exposed dick-head
in quicksand ideology
regurgitating familiar social hiccups
that was always doomed to fail
future past...fast forwarded
the tale of the times is unavoidably
self evident...
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