8.No One Is 'Going To Hell' More Than Us
look at your filthy fucking hands. don't feel remorse. i don't
care if you're sorry, i just want you to die. not get out on
bail, not do any time. the matrix you invented is algorithmic
crime, fiercely organized, designed to undermine. this can be
expected from a market free to roam to steal your fucking home.
oh precious blade, let me taste their blood. they'll pay for
what they've done. the day is coming with nowhere left to run.
they'll pay for what they've done.
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