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I pray to the broken god

I rip my uterus out

The CIS comes and trys to take my money

I evade them

Just like my taxes

I rape their ears with the sound of my unholy uterus as my new voice

They shoot but I still stand

They stop existing because I said so

I breathe new air into this world

All life dies in my presence

The broken god has chosen me as his vessel

I eat all the children from new borns to orphans

I consume all sexual organs

I make my sex cult

I am

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