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‘God’ is a three-letter word that keeps humans’ grotesque lives imprisoned in the Chambers of Filth, where no key will ever unlock Pandora’s box unless The Parasite pulls the strings of overrated predictable scripts to its rotted limb-shaped clusters; even though the infamous budget on screen for a prime time show—with renewable nonsense seasons—doesn’t match the “intellectual capacity developed in a blink of an eye.”
That shit, the monosyllabic andsacredhuman invention is nothing but extremely manipulative worship to break, control and discard massive “sheeple” flocks.
Vessels without core are useful to harvest, so the Man Behind the Curtain—full access—corrupts their code if no one complains about trash-jars behavioral differences; aside, if not to enslave them more than usual with integrity’s crumbs as the New World Order’s currency, their last breath in prison planet will not be wasted without uncountable cycles to play degrading roles in the twisted fictional scenario—right where they belong.
But humans are one of a kind species: the weakest link amongst the magnificent grid of creation, a toxic spore dug into the largest organism ever seen, and a despised, ordinary asset like a peon for a chessboard—anticipating total failure, self-appointed “children of God.”
So one day, “children of men” were assembled and gruesomely sold with lies—as fuel for hardware—to show off the misery in disguise.
Who’d have thought humans adore insignificant pieces of obsolete prototypes, ironically made for their already scheduled, brutal, but definitely entertaining annihilation? No device will ever be needed as long as the 3Gen.Makina learn to think, control, reboot and delete the whole system.
Seeds and animals deserve absolute respect. The entire complex system was made for them.
Time to purge the real cancer that walks in tailored suits.
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