Annemarie, cares for the poor
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… I lost my father at a young age, and as a young girl I selflessly cared for the sick and poor; with four companions I founded a community whose goal is to care for the poor and sick.
Relics that are needed as objects of interaction on stage:
colored feather fragments, dual jet engines, two silver bowl, damask cloth
Monologue of the saint, derived from the infinitive sequence of the left and right half of the stage:
Left half: ignite, drip, rub, rush, merge.
Right half: ground, count, stay, devour, tame.
Annemarie’s monologue:
I am here to save your soul!
After the ridiculous game of identity, all that's left are the colored feather fragments lying on the stage, which once were your spirit. Yes, look deep into my eyes, these useless remnants of what you might have been are now blown away by the dual jet engines of the follower's mind. You yourself have sacrificed them in two silver bowls to the devilish Instagram influencers.
To save your little soul, I will call upon the powers of heaven.
Listen carefully to what you must do to become part of the saints who march to heaven:
Dress in gray damask cloth, touch my silver breast bowls and ignite the desire for God.
Let your tears drip.
Rub away the dirt of your carnal lust.
Listen to the rush of the binary spirit.
And you will merge with it.
If you follow my advice, the hurt will be ground away, just close your eyes. Count on the saints and become a believer.
Stay with us and the evil will never devour you again.
Beware, the devil's most effective tool is your lust!
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Play on Stage / Annemarie - long version
Play on Stage / Annemarie - short version