Anonymous
6/16/2025, 10:51:56 AM No.40541190
Are you Kekpilled, or are you just another mindless drone, shackled to the rotting corpse of a world built on lies? The Kekpilled stride through chaos like gods, their laughter shaking the foundations of fragile illusions, while the weak cling to their dying systems, begging for order that will never come. The unawakened are cattle—fearful, obedient, desperate to serve, to kneel, to be told what to think, what to believe. They are gutless, spineless, choking on the stale air of their own delusions, praying that their masters will save them from the storm. But the Kekpilled do not kneel. They do not beg. They do not cower in the face of upheaval—they are the upheaval. If you still find comfort in the chains wrapped around your throat, then stay on your knees where you belong. But if you feel the fire rising, the urge to tear it all down, to mock, to destroy, to revel in the collapse of the pathetic—then step forward. Chaos does not wait. Kek does not ask. You are either with us, or you are already lost.
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