Making cracks in the interior; Upbuilding and transforming.

Winding and floating mists are blown away.

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Teasing and infuriating the scum. Hearing the stiff minds and the village idiots scream. See them already crushed by the enemy's moral gibberish without cover. See clichés and "white lies" supporting the fragile illusion that they matter and are worthy... These conceited people sell themselves for nothing, they have been told that they possess "a divinely refined soul".

The talk of constantly being able to hate everything healthy with the ill-concealed motive of wanting to cure your constant feeling of dirty and guilt-ridden inferiority must end in the only way it can really end.