Modern women think they’re better than men—and now they’re armed to fucking kill.
Once upon a time, women faked submission. Played house. Cooked casseroles. Sucked dick with dead eyes. Pretended to care.
That era’s fucking dead.
Now?
They don’t just reject you.
They come for your fucking throat—and they smile while doing it.
Still confused? You’re not a man. You’re a corpse who doesn’t know he’s dead yet.
Women have always resented men.
They just didn’t have the weapons.
Now they do.
The mask is gone. The knives are out.
If you think they’re playing fair, you’re already finished.
Men died at war thinking they left behind loyal wives.
They thought they married peace.
They thought they died for love.
Wrong.
Those “sweethearts” were waiting to rewrite history and spit on their graves.
The apron was real. So was the sword hidden underneath.
Back then, sweetness was survival.
They smiled. Sucked. Lied.
Because they had to.
Now they have power—and the nuclear rage is spilling out.
They don’t want partners.
They want to gut you, outperform you, outlive you—and laugh while you die.
Birth control didn’t liberate them.
It exposed them.
Sex used to mean consequences.
Now?
They fuck half the city on Saturday, pop a pill, and post Bible verses on Sunday.
They weren’t loyal.
They were scared.
Take away fear—and they show you who the fuck they really are.
Your girl isn’t yours.
She’s for the streets.
The vibrator made you obsolete.
A battery replaced you.
It doesn’t cheat.
It doesn’t argue.
It doesn’t forget birthdays.
You didn’t lose to another man.
You lost to a $19 Chinese sex toy.
DNA tests crushed the “sacred mother” myth.
One in three kids?
Not yours.
You're raising another man’s bastard while she calls you "king."
In some countries, you can’t even test.
The truth is too dangerous.
Social media didn’t create this poison.
It handed it a megaphone.
Now they teach your daughters that marriage is slavery.
They teach your sons that masculinity is evil.
Fight back?
You're toxic, insecure, not “alpha” enough.
It’s a rigged fucking game.
And you’re the one wearing the target.
Divorce isn’t an escape.
It’s an execution.
80% of divorces?
Filed by women.
The second she's bored, the state hands her your house, your kids, and your fucking sanity.
You get court dates, bills, therapy.
She didn’t marry for love.
She married for leverage.
Modern women don’t want men.
They want bodies.
Trophies.
Blood.
Love?
Family?
Peace?
Fairytales for dead men.
Next time some Botoxed hyena shrieks,
“Where have all the good men gone?”
Tell her they fucking left.
They walked off the battlefield when they realized it was never about love.
It was always fucking war.
And the enemy doesn’t wear armor.
She wears heels, fake lashes, and a law degree sharpened like a knife.
You’re not heartbroken.
You’re not weak.
You’re fucking lucky to still be breathing.
Stay ruthless.
Stay awake.
Because the floor’s already covered in bones.
And yours might be next.
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