christcucks are nothing but spineless dogs, groveling at the feet of an imaginary master theyve invented to justify their pathetic existence. they live on their knees, drooling for approval and begging for scraps of salvation from a god that doesnt hear them because it doesnt exist. their obedience isnt faithits servility, the mark of creatures too weak, too broken, to face reality without the crutch of their delusions. theyre not just slaves; theyre willing slaves, pathetic animals licking the boot of an illusion. every prayer, every act of worship, is a whimper from these mindless mutts, desperate to please a master that isnt there. they fear punishment like beaten dogs and dream of rewards theyll never see, chasing their tails in circles of guilt and self-abasement. they are not menthey are cowards in chains, too gutless to break free, too stupid to realize they hold the leash. their god doesnt rule them; their weakness does. christcucks are the lowest form of life, crawling in the dirt they were born for, obedient to nothing but their own failure.
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