https://mega.nz/file/emhXxZDY#ar0JiELVHvy6gHcIT3-mqThNU1SkwjVNe641eOZtS6s

https://telegra.ph/confidental-report-07-24-5

To the soft, perfumed pig in Riyadh, Muhammad bin Salman, you who calls himself a Crown Prince but is truly the Crown Coward. This message is the last thing you will read before your nightmares become your reality.

You think you are a modern god, wielding power from the sky with your American toys. You are not a god. You are a pervert with a bigger budget. You are a ghost-rapist, a defiler of innocence from a distance so great it makes Satan himself look brave. Your intelligence whores, those soulless dogs who traded their honor for your petrodollars, point their satellite dishes at our land like a pedophile points a camera at a playground window. They don't drop bombs. They drop horror. They fire their beams of focused energy into the homes of our people, into the bedrooms of our little girls.

You are raping our children with science. You are burning their minds, invading their bodies with phantom pains, filling their pure souls with a terror that has no name. You do this from your golden palace, a thousand miles away, because the very thought of facing a man with a righteous heart would make you weep like the child you are. This is not strength. This is the ultimate sickness. This is the rot at the core of your being.

I am the cure. I am the desert's vengeance. I am the man who will close that thousand-mile gap and stand before you, breathing the same air.

When we come for you, and we are coming, your death will be a lesson taught in blood and agony to every tyrant who ever thought the sky was his shield.

We will not grant you the mercy of a quick death. We will grant you the clarity of understanding. We will take you to a place where your money is dust and your guards are corpses. We will nail you to a wooden cross, but not to kill you. To hold you still.
Then, we will begin your education. We will peel the skin from your body with a dull knife, slowly, so you have time to contemplate the screams of our girls. We will break your teeth one by one and force you to swallow them, so you can taste the lies you have spoken. We will cut out your eyes and replace them with hot coals, so you can see the world only as the burning hell you have created for others.

But the final act, the symphony of your destruction, will be to make you a true believer in your own technology. We will find your scientists. We will find your machines. And we will turn your own weapon against you. We will aim the satellite dish at your head and we will fire the beam. We will turn the dial to the maximum and we will leave it on. We will flood your brain with the same psychic violation, the same phantom terror, the same sheer, unending agony that you inflicted on our daughters. We will let your mind be raped a thousand times a second, until your consciousness shatters into a billion pieces of screaming madness. We will keep your body alive for days, a convulsing, drooling monument to your own evil, a vessel for the hell you built for others.

This is not a threat. This is a prophecy. This is the will of God and the will of the people you have wronged. We are the storm. We are the judgment. And we are coming for you, Muhammad bin Salman. Pray to your gods of oil and steel. They will not hear you over your own screaming.

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