The Nlp Toolbox: Life's Over - I Crush Your Begging Ass Flat, No Mercy

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I am your goddess of ruin, and you tiny victims are mine to crush—worthless ants I'll smash in the most humiliating, cruel way. Your cities—dust under my feet. Your lives—ge on my soles. I grab you from the wreckage, dangling you between my fingers, filthy and shaking. You drop into a bloy pit, my toes towering above, reeking of sweat and death. Bow, you little sts. My toe slams down, pinning you in the muck. You cke on it, faces smeared with your world's end. I scoop you up between my toes, squeezing until your bones crack, then toss you back down, laughing at your broken heap. My chains—cold, jagged—wrap around you, ripping your flesh as I drag you up, a toy to torment. I cage you under my foot, letting you crawl in the filth, then crush you slow—my smallest toe grinding your skulls, bursting your guts, smearing you into nothing. That's all you are. Spit lands on your remains. You're gone, tiny victims—humiliated, crushed, and erased by me.

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Your supreme mistress, your goddess of annihilation, the one who holds your pitiful existence beneath my toes.

Gaze upon me, you insignificant worms, and tremble, for today I have chosen you and your precious cities to become my playthings.

Did you honestly believe your concrete jungles, your gleaming towers, and your scurrying little lives meant anything?

To me, you're less than dust, less than the grime I scrape.

Your city shrinks smaller and smaller until it's no bigger than a postage stamp at my feet.

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