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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Gothic · #1260685
Children and parents hurt.
Intrinsic evil is spread like a plague across the land. Mothers having children with no thought to the consequence. Many men die under the slavery created. No one is ready. This is to all the ones who can't support the ones they create. This is to the men who's logic supersedes them after one ill decision. Stay away from the diseased spawn who victimize with life's creations. The scheme is simple and enterprised by the ones who vindicate against the already downtrodden. Mania and death are thoughts across an ocean of amniotic fluid. Stripped are the rights of the implicated. The ones who try to reason run only to be crushed by the emotion found inside the vicious ragdoll cannibal. She is a serpent with many bites of venom. Spawned only to create and only to lay till she harms another. Using manipulation and sexual deviance she lures them in so she can be fed. She is a carnivorous cancer growing on the flesh of the weak and bringing down those with strength. The only cure for her is the genocide of her kind. Smelling the stench of her life's rot, the family is dead, and the reaping of the field of souls begins. With the essence of her behavior and her stupor she slices each and every one. The killing of the abominable only begins with responsibility. The responsibility begins in the ones who lead the way. Lead the way! Destroy what we call filthmilk!
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