Wothlesss disgusting crearures. Thay are maggots under my shoe, the cancer of this world, the ones on whos graves i Will puke. Society leaves me no choise. I will unleash the rain of razors and broken glass upon them all so we can all cut together and all suffer as one universal being. but thats Just the service of my infenent sea of suffering. I am executioner of those Who are to week to look in the mirror. I am beyond the illusions of society called norms and expectations. We created oure own holocaust but thay are blind. Thay are maggots that hide behined the comfort of a blindfold. And thay are the cancer of earth.

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