the prophecy has come. it's japan in the year 2025. everywhere you go you hear music made by blacks from around the world; even rural areas aren't safe. imagine watching those japanese women twerking, presenting their cheeks to the nearest foreign bull, while their mothers rejoice at the beauty of progress, and their fathers contemplate suicide for the tenth time this week. japan will be flooded with millions of migrants: berbers, arabs, africans, filipinos, and even the odd swede. swarming around the locals, they set up their shitty peddling areas, crowding out native businesses, erasing the refined and elegant japanese scripture with an asymmetrical, distorted mess of different languages in shops, on signs, and even in manga.
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