No words.
No pity! No quarter!! These misanthropic maggots have infected this world with a virulent mind virus which, by design, will render everything unto them to exploit as they see fit. They're poison, all of them. Time to take the antidote!
I pity not; they knowingly chose their poison. I feel a mix of apathy and contempt, for they cannot be rehabilitated.
No pity! No quarter!! These misanthropic maggots have infected this world with a virulent mind virus which, by design, will render everything unto them to exploit as they see fit. They're poison, all of them. Time to take the antidote!
I pity not; they knowingly chose their poison. I feel a mix of apathy and contempt, for they cannot be rehabilitated.