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.. There is mutiny in the human race, where traitors emerge and set things straight in any way, shape, or form, or sound - to their liking. They cannot flow with the sludge filled river that has become a shallow sewer of life, though they are just as rancid. There is only one answer. Execution.
They release in entirety both their theories of reality and their philosophy of being.
Like all, they are their own mental judge, jury, and executioner.
We are the ugly world population, interpreted in our own way.
We are the mental violence and pain you've all felt before and know so well.
We are not guides, as much as we are lone explorers.
We are Guillotine +Battery-, the hope for solution where there is, in horrible truthfulness, no absolute solution.
Enter your vehicle of destruction people. It's time to begin the race. It's time to run over children...
But always remember, nothing is everything.
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