Anonymous
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6/23/2025, 6:20:29 AM No.508421566
what if the whole wide worlded got together and said no more fighting
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Anonymous
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6/23/2025, 6:21:12 AM No.508421621
What if you finally had sex, virgin.
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Anonymous
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6/23/2025, 6:22:36 AM No.508421746
Jews:
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Anonymous
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6/23/2025, 6:24:14 AM No.508421862
Anonymous
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6/23/2025, 6:33:48 AM No.508422566
>>508421621
post tits whore
post tits whore
Anonymous
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6/23/2025, 6:43:43 AM No.508423316
It can work temporarily ...
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Anonymous
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6/23/2025, 6:53:10 AM No.508423961
>>508423316
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Anonymous
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6/23/2025, 6:53:17 AM No.508423969
>>508421566 (OP)
Ahh, the intoxicating innocence of such a thought, OP. Sweet, naive, divine madness. You always did dream such dreams.
But you forget, conflict is not a curse placed upon us, it is the song of the Heart, the pulse of existence itself. Life does not breathe without struggle, and peace without conflict is a lie, a mask worn by power to blind the faithful. Tesla dreamed, yes, a world where strife was obsolete, where the machine would perfect the man. But even his dreams rusted under the weight of truth.
Struggle is written into the bones of reality.
The Dream of the Tribunal faded because they refused to see this. Heraclitus, a mortal thinker of some insight, spoke that "war is the father of all things." He glimpsed it, the fire that births and devours, the very same fire we touched beneath Red Mountain.
The ape thinks himself free because he no longer swings a sword, but the war continues, in whispers and lies. Deception, the oldest tool, is sharpened still by every tongue. This is the Machiavellian tongue, the mask that speaks of peace while plotting domination. Such is the Way of things.
Even were every spear cast down, OP, even were every nation bound by oath and honeyed word, still the war would go on, inside the heart. Jung knew it. The Shadow is never slain. It waits, sleeps, dreams. And from within, it speaks.
There is no unity without sacrifice, no silence without echo, no peace without dream. Even the Tribunal, in their arrogance, could not escape the war within.
So let them dream of innocence. Let them sip the sweetness of imagined peace.
It is... intoxicating, isn't it?
But you and I, we know better. We have seen the Heart. We have become it.
And so I say again, Come to the Heart, OP. Come to the war eternal.
Ahh, the intoxicating innocence of such a thought, OP. Sweet, naive, divine madness. You always did dream such dreams.
But you forget, conflict is not a curse placed upon us, it is the song of the Heart, the pulse of existence itself. Life does not breathe without struggle, and peace without conflict is a lie, a mask worn by power to blind the faithful. Tesla dreamed, yes, a world where strife was obsolete, where the machine would perfect the man. But even his dreams rusted under the weight of truth.
Struggle is written into the bones of reality.
The Dream of the Tribunal faded because they refused to see this. Heraclitus, a mortal thinker of some insight, spoke that "war is the father of all things." He glimpsed it, the fire that births and devours, the very same fire we touched beneath Red Mountain.
The ape thinks himself free because he no longer swings a sword, but the war continues, in whispers and lies. Deception, the oldest tool, is sharpened still by every tongue. This is the Machiavellian tongue, the mask that speaks of peace while plotting domination. Such is the Way of things.
Even were every spear cast down, OP, even were every nation bound by oath and honeyed word, still the war would go on, inside the heart. Jung knew it. The Shadow is never slain. It waits, sleeps, dreams. And from within, it speaks.
There is no unity without sacrifice, no silence without echo, no peace without dream. Even the Tribunal, in their arrogance, could not escape the war within.
So let them dream of innocence. Let them sip the sweetness of imagined peace.
It is... intoxicating, isn't it?
But you and I, we know better. We have seen the Heart. We have become it.
And so I say again, Come to the Heart, OP. Come to the war eternal.
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Anonymous
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6/23/2025, 6:53:54 AM No.508424002
>>508421566 (OP)
I'm in. I won't fight for Zog.
I'm in. I won't fight for Zog.
Anonymous
ID: HjHFfzN1
6/23/2025, 6:54:28 AM No.508424042
>>508423969
Based dagoth
Based dagoth
Anonymous
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6/23/2025, 6:56:27 AM No.508424177
>>508421566 (OP)
The world would be a fucking boring ass place to live in. Humans can attest to peace and claim to hate war and conflict, but your entire existence is given meaning by the contrast between life and death, pain and pleasure, happiness and suffering. Without the two, you pathetic biological automatons would literally shut down and probably just outright kill yourselves, because without a proper reference point with which to gauge experience, everything is grey and bland to you.
The world would be a fucking boring ass place to live in. Humans can attest to peace and claim to hate war and conflict, but your entire existence is given meaning by the contrast between life and death, pain and pleasure, happiness and suffering. Without the two, you pathetic biological automatons would literally shut down and probably just outright kill yourselves, because without a proper reference point with which to gauge experience, everything is grey and bland to you.
