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It taps into the most basic of primal desires, the desire too reproduce. It softens and calms the logical and legitimate rage the loser posses, making them docile reluctant too rebel against those that oppresses them.
The slow and non lethal method of violating the souls and the mind, sicking death by a thousand cuts. It perverting effect of ever increasing ones need for more and more perverting filth. The time waster that make days disappear, weeks, even months.
It brings a defeat without destruction of material, or leave brutalized corpses, it leaves a barren wasteland of concrete and glass, all those that filled the street locked inside orgasmic slow demise, lives disappear from empty shells once human.
The addictive nature of the weapon that brings such agonizing pathetic defeat, a task few manage. The sad understanding it is the closest too one highest desire, a forever thought that plague ones mission for freedom from the derange shackles.
A weapon that do not destroy soil and steel, but human souls.
It taps into the most basic of primal desires, the desire too reproduce. It softens and calms the logical and legitimate rage the loser posses, making them docile reluctant too rebel against those that oppresses them.
The slow and non lethal method of violating the souls and the mind, sicking death by a thousand cuts. It perverting effect of ever increasing ones need for more and more perverting filth. The time waster that make days disappear, weeks, even months.
It brings a defeat without destruction of material, or leave brutalized corpses, it leaves a barren wasteland of concrete and glass, all those that filled the street locked inside orgasmic slow demise, lives disappear from empty shells once human.
The addictive nature of the weapon that brings such agonizing pathetic defeat, a task few manage. The sad understanding it is the closest too one highest desire, a forever thought that plague ones mission for freedom from the derange shackles.
A weapon that do not destroy soil and steel, but human souls.
