Oh,
how I feel,
for those,
"Raised",
by weak women.
Oh,
how such,
has altered them,
completely.
Oh,
the cruelty.
The,
intensely petty,
ways which such exist.
The,
inability,
to take accountability,
for their existence.
The,
pure ridiculousness,
of such an experience.
Oh,
how such,
creates emptiness.
For,
weak women,
create weak men.
And,
these weak humans,
shall forever be,
absent control,
of any second.
Absent,
the ability to comprehend,
their existence.
For,
to be weak,
is to be,
a pointless consciousness.
To be,
absent reason to have,
mind.
Absent,
reason to even be deemed,
a being,
which speaks.
For,
these weak beings,
are more akin,
to that of a dog barking.
More akin,
to that,
of a frightened cat.
Oh,
how I hate,
the weak.
Oh,
how I hated,
each second being,
"Raised",
by such a being.
Oh,
how I shall make sure,
never,
to be,
thee...
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