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Man, the Tortured, Threatened Slave

Slaves to our instincts Stay out of the rain and I will reward you with a cosy feeling Soak up the sun and I will relax you Deny me my fill and you will suffer comfort food cravings Have sex or I will make you uncomfortably crave it Pursue sex to ****** or I will not let you rest Threaten your life and I will scare you Cut or Burn yourself and I will make you suffer pain Eat and drink or I will make you suffer hunger Breathe or I will make you suffer suffocation Socialize and integrate or I will make you suffer loneliness Compete or I will empty you to worthlessness Instincts torture us for what actions they want Not complying with your instincts results in discomfort Obey your instincts and they will comfort you Ergonomic religion relieves suffering

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