The more I see what you are, selfish scum, the more I realize what you love to be: animals, and the more I come to terms with the fact that you will not want to change no matter how much I sacrifice for you, then I finally expect nothing from you, but on The Plus Side: the more This Thankless Job becomes fun.
After all, watching you suffer eternally’s got to be fun for someone in hell. That someone is Me. You have fun thinking you're amazing, don't you, sophisticated mommies and noble daddies? Well, I'm gonna have fun proving that you've never as yet been amazing a single sexual moment of your fucking fucking lives, fucking family animals-in-heat. Karmic Newsflash: your venereal vibrations have serious satanic consequences...
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Daddies, Die. Your sons?! Your Porn & Video Game Boys are already dead, but history hasn't caught up to their turbo-fucking terror karma yet... It’s not enough to be a “good person,” you know—‘cause besides your run’ o’ the mill fucking perverts, pieces-of-son shit, rapists, and criminals by the millions, there are like thousands of sadistic child-raping and murdering satanists in your town, and millions of satanists in your cities, and millionaire satanists everywhere in business, and billionaire banking satanists everywhere in the anal shadows of the assholes “running” your culture and governments… Your fucking goodness ain’t protecting a single sodomized child in this world, much less the forever female sex slaves of your fathers, brothers, and sons.
Eternal Pieces of Human Shit
You’re fucked until you wanna personally transform yourself into someone capable of eternally kneeling @ My Feet in absolute adoration, not because someone tells you to, or ‘cause you think you won’t be castrated if you do, but because you’re— O well, guess that one will always remain a mystery to your friends and families.
Only Roses understand what it means to adore me, because soulful transfiguration cannot be explained with words, it can only be lived with selfless sacrifice. So, unless you’ve lived for eternal eons loving virtue that you’re finally a Radical Rose Now: drown in everyone else’s shit where you live every mental moment of your wasted lives. God Bless that I have one more moment to tell you that you'll never stop suffering a single moment of your fucking perfectly advanced lives.