We shall come with all our wealth and
our vulgarity into yout land carving
deep wounds in our wake planting the
sharped-edged dreen seed of money deep
into your hands and as you grasp gasping you will thank us as it takes
root growing and entangling itself around your simple naive lives it will
placate you We shall come hard and
fast into your under-developed un-exploited little world tearing away the
soil beneath your feet where you stand scattering the broken gifts it offers up all around us digging the foundations of
our own image into the raw core belly of the
earth send spiralling monuments to our
glorious achievements into the heavy leaden
sky
you will watch from the horizon imprisoned by your own pleasures bound by
the material chains we will supply and
when we have turned one side oft he world's
face from the sun into the blackness the other will then burn under the slap of
our greed.
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