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Villification

Subjugation

The intent is real

Your subjection to belittlement

Facing this storm

Abysmal hate for mankind... bloodthirst!!!

Utterly horrid, the smell of blood fills the air

Born of hate, bowing down, to this complex oath to reign

Under good auspices, an insensible thunderbolt

A futile threat, a display of force

The question drops

The argument collapses

Let experiment be made, on a worthless body

The end crowns the work

Perhaps this too, will be a pleasure

it is not an argument against proper use

Abuse does not take away use

Gratuitous impulsive acts

A sick mans dreams... to preserve a calm mind

A friend to the human race... a friend as to the altars