We’re all on our own in this death world. We’re all dead in this death world. We all died, like, a thousand years ago.
Destruction: that’s what this world needs. Finish off the job. End this bastard timeline.
This zombie world. This undead world. It needs to be destroyed. Put out of its misery. So that we can be put out of our misery.
We’re all spiritually dead. We’ve all been spiritually murdered. Suicidally suicided. They killed us, remember. It killed us. The world murdered us in our fucking beds.
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