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Last Days of Empires

No choice – Sit and wait
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Boom, Boom, Boom.
Pan, Pan, Pan.
Mayday, Mayday.
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What are we in the above?
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War-like or now fist fighting and bludgeoning forces to sustain heath, and or morality. Caged to believe that as an Australian way.
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Or are we at the aerodrome, hearing distress, half or part of an aeroplane in a state of needing helpful advice or to inform of landing requirements – tenders to assist a grounding aircraft?
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What level of life and living can we take, stand for, or uphold?
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Or is it too late?
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That plane, that life, now on a crash landing, dire in its attempt to survive intact, unhurt, unscathed by the whole traumatic, caged in event.
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No choice. Sit and wait.
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Mayday, someday, whenever – if it comes.
And what then?
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Desirable. – Or far too hard to remember, for the oxygen not able to believe it will help you now to live without a nightmare or two.
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No more choice to decide, as this Australian flagship is already about to die/dive.
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