Not being a violent person, gentle by nature, yet when
finding out about the cruelty of people and how they
are torturing, raping and murdering innocent women and
children, my blood boils and I see red.
If having a gun in my hand, everyone of these perverts
of innocence would be shot where they would never again
be able to rape anyone again.
Making sure their manhood is extinguished from this
world, letting them live like helpless women, miserable
and hopeless.
Having no desire to live, yet let them live in misery
for the rest of their lives, not having mercy on them
because of what they have done.
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