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Carefully crafted psychological warfare designed to poison the roots of society. |
| Deployed to point my weapon at innocents in another man's land, serving what an Old Man has planned... returned a broken man, and on myself my weapon I turned... He honors your death, soldier, with a trinket, praising a life without demand, for it is you who died at the fat politician's command. Society poisons minds until they're lifeless, empty shells, dissociated living fucking hells; enslaved by a totalitarianism more real, murdering everything you can and cannot feel. You will rape (the pieces of) your own heart in the name of evil (a true follower), and an old politician becomes more powerful than ever before... Why are you turning the weapon on yourself, soldier, when the enemy is right there for you to see? |
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