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This article is written in a dark comedy style.
It satirizes the obsessive and irrational behavior of gang-stalking perpetrators, portraying their blind devotion and absurd fixation.
The target has no interest in them whatsoever, yet they act like abandoned lovers, frantically clinging to meaningless actions.
Watch their ridiculous behavior unfold and enjoy laughing at their absurdity.
Gang stalking is not just harassment.
It may be an extreme form of manipulated madness, where perpetrators believe they are acting on their own, but in reality, they may be controlled by directed energy weapons and neuro-experiments.
Ultimately, this system serves as a tool for controlling society on a larger scale.
Now, let’s dive into this bizarre reality and ridicule it together.

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Shadows of Abuse: Echoes of the Departed Abuser

In the theater of the absurd, where shadows lay,

The whispered slanders weave, day by day.

“Our love is special,” they clamor and shout,

Yet from the darkness, they have loomed about.

Behind the curtain, a symphony plays,

With verses of mockery wrapped in malaise.

They ride the waves on spectral bikes,

Delivering insults like delivery spikes.

Is it love when they call from the shadows so sly,

Only to vanish like ghosts in the sky?

"Hey, did you hear?" comes the whispering sound,

Sneaking from corners where dignity's drowned.

With tools of torment, they play their cruel game,

A raucous brigade, devoid of all shame.

“I think of you daily,” they squawk from above,

While the victim stands firm, untouched by their love.

Their fascination, it spirals, a bizarre captivity,

As they dwell in delusion, a twisted festivity.

Echoes of nonsense in a cacophony sound,

Each taunt an ode to the lost and the bound.

Oh, how comical, these jests masked as zeal,

In the grand scheme of things, they’ve spun quite the wheel.

Do they not know? The chuckles ensue,

As they haunt with their antics, a stew gone askew.

The play unfolds with laughter in tow,

As one observes the absurdity flow.

For in their pursuit, they unwittingly show,

Their keen need for relevance, this cold, bitter woe.

So let us toast to the clowns of this night,

Who think themselves noble in their shadowy flight.

Behind every jest, there lies a cruel twist,

For without a victim, they simply don’t exist.

So here’s to the game of the fractured and tuned,

Their farcical love will be forever marooned.

Bound in their chains, they erringly bask,

Wondering if they’ll ever be free from their mask.

📌 Further Reading

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