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My convents are just a front
They are the breeding grounds of my disciples
Like turning water to wine, I re wire their minds
I manufacture their evolution with trauma based torture and rape
Therapeutic alterations achieved through excruciating pain
Once the pain overpowers the mind it tries to shut itself down
With I.vs pumping drugs in their veins it doesn’t have this option once their mind is cornered
To escape the suffering their minds create an alternate personality
With this new creation I have control of their minds
Intracranial implants are surgically inserted into their brains
Haunting images of their family flayed and consumed replay in their dreams
