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BERLIN 1945
Looking upon the now crimson water with the Moon and Star glistening in it, reminding me of the holy Flag of the KARA BOĞA as I turn around and walk around the streets. With every step I take, a g*Rman skull cracks and shatters underneath my MONGOLIC feet. I look upon the lampposts and savor the g*Rman corpses hanging from them. Every single square meter has a g*Rman dog executed one way or another. Whether they've been strung to lampposts or their heads impaled on spears. I salute my SLAVIC brothers, their giant, muscular bodies, adorned with trophies, disembodied heads of g*Rmans who resisted the conquest. With every passing moment, I savor the cries of the last g*Rman women as they are raped, as they watch their children and husbands murdered. I smile as the last g*Rmoid crawls away from me, stuttering incomprehensible garbage with his rotten tongue. I grin as I obliterate his skull with a single punch from my ASIATIC hand.
Looking upon the now crimson water with the Moon and Star glistening in it, reminding me of the holy Flag of the KARA BOĞA as I turn around and walk around the streets. With every step I take, a g*Rman skull cracks and shatters underneath my MONGOLIC feet. I look upon the lampposts and savor the g*Rman corpses hanging from them. Every single square meter has a g*Rman dog executed one way or another. Whether they've been strung to lampposts or their heads impaled on spears. I salute my SLAVIC brothers, their giant, muscular bodies, adorned with trophies, disembodied heads of g*Rmans who resisted the conquest. With every passing moment, I savor the cries of the last g*Rman women as they are raped, as they watch their children and husbands murdered. I smile as the last g*Rmoid crawls away from me, stuttering incomprehensible garbage with his rotten tongue. I grin as I obliterate his skull with a single punch from my ASIATIC hand.