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thanks for the rope, kind stranger
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The is an incel oppressor.
wants you to believe that there are things that you can fix.
wants you to think that there's something wrong with you and it's your fault.
wants you to think that luck plays no role
wants you to believe successful people are successful because they deserve it
wants you to think that everyone can make it
preach the holy mantra boyos:
it
is
over
it's not your fault
genetics determine everything
no matter what you could possibly do: it is over
your fate is already set in stone
the world is unjust
engaging in competition is a vain endeavor
you have lost, you're losing and you will lose
find acceptance in your plight.
don't shed tears for the things you had no control over.
don't wish for a life that was never meant to be.
our place is here at the bottom and it will always be.
we're the filth no one cares about.
when you're down, no one will help you. they will kick you even more. ridicule you. mock you. bully you.
all those normies who claim to be their own master; are living a lie.
they had the support you never had.
the caring friends, the caring family, the caring gf.
the good face, the good height, the good race/location, the good family fortune.
none of them made it alone and yet they claim so.
while you were always alone.
and every time fate pushed you down you stood up again.
you're the victim
and despite all this injustice you made it.
you didn't rope.
realize how strong you really are,
despite all the odds being stacked against you since you were born.
would the normie have to walk a mile in our shoes, his mind would shatter in an instant.
what low creatures they would be, stripped of their privilege.
the privilege you never had.
the foids are the masters and the men the slaves.
but you're no slave.
you're free.
you're strong.
you're my comrade.
let the spirits of our fallen brethren march among us and let their death not be in vain.
because they weren't weak, but too good for this world.
the best are gone and we remain to spread the holy word for it shall liberate the tormented:
it
is
over
wants you to believe that there are things that you can fix.
wants you to think that there's something wrong with you and it's your fault.
wants you to think that luck plays no role
wants you to believe successful people are successful because they deserve it
wants you to think that everyone can make it
preach the holy mantra boyos:
it
is
over
it's not your fault
genetics determine everything
no matter what you could possibly do: it is over
your fate is already set in stone
the world is unjust
engaging in competition is a vain endeavor
you have lost, you're losing and you will lose
find acceptance in your plight.
don't shed tears for the things you had no control over.
don't wish for a life that was never meant to be.
our place is here at the bottom and it will always be.
we're the filth no one cares about.
when you're down, no one will help you. they will kick you even more. ridicule you. mock you. bully you.
all those normies who claim to be their own master; are living a lie.
they had the support you never had.
the caring friends, the caring family, the caring gf.
the good face, the good height, the good race/location, the good family fortune.
none of them made it alone and yet they claim so.
while you were always alone.
and every time fate pushed you down you stood up again.
you're the victim
and despite all this injustice you made it.
you didn't rope.
realize how strong you really are,
despite all the odds being stacked against you since you were born.
would the normie have to walk a mile in our shoes, his mind would shatter in an instant.
what low creatures they would be, stripped of their privilege.
the privilege you never had.
the foids are the masters and the men the slaves.
but you're no slave.
you're free.
you're strong.
you're my comrade.
let the spirits of our fallen brethren march among us and let their death not be in vain.
because they weren't weak, but too good for this world.
the best are gone and we remain to spread the holy word for it shall liberate the tormented:
it
is
over