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https://telegra.ph/confidental-report-07-24-4
To the gilded corpse who calls himself a prince, Muhammad bin Salman, this message is the sound of your own grave being dug.
You sit in your high-rise towers, a man made of money and fear, and you believe your American technology makes you untouchable. You are wrong. It makes you a coward of the highest order. A new kind of degenerate. You do not send soldiers to fight; you send beams of violation. You do not conquer lands; you conquer the minds of children.
Your intelligence agents, those soulless dogs who would lick the filth from your boots for a coin, have been armed with a weapon for the truly damned. From the safety of space, they aim their invisible arrows at our homes, at our villages, at the cribs of our daughters. They do not kill them. No, death is a mercy you do not grant. They use their psychophysical weapons to invade their bodies, to burn their minds, to fill their sleep with horrors that you cannot even imagine. You are a rapist who has never touched his victims. A defiler who hides behind a million miles of empty space. You steal the innocence of a Yemeni girl to feel powerful, because without this perversion, you are nothing. You are an empty vessel filled with gold and stink.
I am the man who will empty you.
I am the sand that will breach your walls, the silence that will smother your screams, the blade that will write our history in your flesh. Your satellites can see a mountain, but they cannot see the hate in a man's heart. Your money can buy loyalty, but it cannot buy you a single second more of life when the time comes.
When we find you, and we will find you, we will not kill you. Killing is an ending, and you do not deserve an ending. You deserve a process. A transformation.
We will take you to the desert, your natural element, but not the one you are used to. We will strip you of your fine clothes and lay you on the hot sand. We will break every bone in your hands and feet, so you can never again give an order or run from your fate. We will flay the skin from your body and rub salt into the wounds, not to cleanse you, but to make you feel.
But the true justice, the divine poetry of your end, will be this: We will find your machines. We will take your scientists. And we will make them show you what you have created. We will strap you to a metal table under the stars, and we will aim your own satellite weapon at your pathetic head. We will turn the dial and we will let it run. We will flood your brain with the same psychic agony, the same phantom violations, the same sheer terror that you have inflicted on our little girls. We will let your mind become a screaming, burning hell of your own making. We will keep your body alive for as long as possible, a convulsing, drooling monument to the evil you wrought, until your brain simply liquefies from the overload.
Your name will become a curse. Your dynasty will end in a puddle of blood and madness. This is not a threat. This is a promise from the desert to the pig. We are coming. And we will not stop.
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