Soldiers want, not partners. Males
want, not humans.
Violent, hard, brutish, not lovers, looking macho life blood and a female submissive to assemble. Relentless competition, violent war, brave and proud to succeed.
Warriors and won what they want, not citizens. Warriors to invade and subjugate. Sociopaths to run without them trembling pulse, dead from the waist up to do what to do, not beings with whom to share empathetic. Love is conquest, they say, accomplished with the invasion.
Tough, tough for the block love us, and productive. Filthy, disgusting, vomits, repulsive, so we want. Frightening, terrifying, notender, not fearful. Dangerous and beautiful we want, not impotent and ugly, soldiers in reserve and always ready to fight.
Warriors to war with other warriors like, survivors to initiate future warriors, executioners to train future executioners, an endless cycle, experts in pain and cruelty want. Fighting dogs, that's what they want. What causes them shame and gentleness. What contempt they deserve tenderness. Fighting bulls want, not tame. Bulls for the bullring, bread and circuses and final madness, that's what they want.
Where are the objectors? Where are they? What a hell is this.
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