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Sitting here alone and homeless, most likely in my enemies' Antarctic slave hole, my mind often wanders to the people who thought they could enjoy the fruit of my seed without letting allowing me the opportunity to plant it. What they have done is ugly and I hate it. It is evil. I'm going to destroy it and everything else they have too. They could have just their own kids, but now they will not even have that.
All those people fucking those pussies today, November 8, 2020 allegedly... my mind often goes there. It persists until this very moment: those wet pussies with other dicks in them but filled with my semen at the moment of conception. Those people getting their dicks wet fucking that pussy think wet pussy is for them and not me, but that they still that they can have kids grown from my semen so they don't have to have grandchildren made with their own inferior semen. Sitting alone getting my genitals and asshole and feet electrocuted all day while people constantly torment me with their noise campaign, my mind very often drifts off in that direction. I think about people getting their dicks wet right now and not dealing with these problems of mine, and neither dealing with children made from their own inferior semen. My mind goes there very much. I dwell on it.
Even as I write this, someone giggled outside my window and shouted, "CIA!" So yes, my mind does often go there. Although I would have preferred to fuck those women, killing their husbands and other children will bring a little consolation. I would have preferred to fuck those women, make no mistake. However, my enemies thought that stealing my semen and using some doctor's filthy hands to get the semen in there was a better outcome. I'm going to kill them all and all their other children too. I know they want to keep stealing day after day from me because I will do it on the first day they don't steal, but one day they will fail to steal my day. That day is called the Day of the Lord.
