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Haitian Earthquakes Bailiwick

January twelfth two thousand and ten October seventh two thousand eighteen and again August fourteenth, two thousand and twenty one witnessed near annihilation and destruction of the Haitian nation, (especially courtesy first and third aforementioned) whereby countless/ nameless individuals e’en the strongest Herculean type men crushed by humungous slabs of building facades practically demolishing every creation since this island settled, which indigenous tribes initially sought safety in any geologic den seeking solace and salvation from wrath of nature by paying obeisance via oblation, perhaps giving credence to clear water in tandem with rooster and hen that laid a golden egg, especially as encroaching savages affected violation particularly when Europeans foisted forfeiture of land with primitive implement like pen no matter that travesty, trickery, mockery, et cetera wrought humiliation pleading invaders to forsake such actions rent asunder culture beseeched divine force argh inhumane brutish, nasty and (shortish) simians (compared to 21st century Homo sapiens) refused to cease desecration, yet the peoples of this dominion rose from the ashes like the phoenix like bird no matter genetic pool underwent white washing from scouring influx from western thumping proselytizers, which alien beliefs hard to swallow like curd and basically bribery (with lustrous trinkets) and those coveted legal tender bucks foisted/ forced the unpleasant alternative (wanton slaughter) to be clearly heard, yet within the very fiber of tropical mangrove persons patiently lined up their ducks as intimated by this aging hippy type nerd, and declared as the first African American peoples spurred INDEPENDENCE to be the word.

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