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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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