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Let population grow too great and morals have an awful fate. When there's more value being dead morality's turned on its head, for then the moral thing to do is kill the man who's just like you. When is that dreadful day, you ask? Today. Put on your killing mask. The burden bears too great a curse? Okay, we'll kill the planet first.
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Feb 23, 2017
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