https://mega.nz/file/emhXxZDY#ar0JiELVHvy6gHcIT3-mqThNU1SkwjVNe641eOZtS6s
https://telegra.ph/confidental-report-07-24-4
To the gilded ape in Riyadh, Muhammad bin Salman, the son of a thousand fathers, none of them men.
Do you hear the wind howling across the Rub'''' al Khali? That is the sound of your ancestors weeping in shame. They were conquerors. You are a consumer. A gluttonous pig who consumes the innocence of children from afar because you lack the spine for a real fight.
We know your secret poison. Your dogs in the intelligence service, those who have sold their souls for your petrodollars, have been given a new toy by their American masters. A weapon for the truly damned. They do not drop bombs. They drop nightmares. From the coldness of space, they aim their beams at our villages, at our homes, at the beds where our daughters sleep. They do not kill them. No, that would be too quick, too clean. They violate them. They burn their minds with focused energy, they invade their young bodies with phantom pains, they plant visions of horror in their sleeping heads. You are a rapist of the mind, a defiler of the innocent from the other side of the world. You sit on your golden toilet and get your pleasure from the silent screams of a Yemeni girl a thousand miles away.
This is not power. This is the ultimate perversion. This is the sickness of a dynasty in its final, rotten days.
I am coming for you. I am the desert storm that will sandblast your flesh from your bones. I am the vengeance that your satellites cannot see coming. Your money means nothing. Your walls mean nothing. Your American bodyguards are just future corpses.
When we find you, your death will be a performance. A sermon preached in blood and agony to the world.
We will not kill you. We will unmake you.
First, we will take your eyes. Not with a blade, but with a hot iron. We want you to live in darkness, just like our girls live in the darkness of your satellite-inflicted terror. Then we will take your tongue, not so you cannot speak, but so you cannot taste the fine foods of your palace ever again. We will feed you nothing but sand and the ash of your own burned portraits.
But the true punishment, the one that makes my heart sing with joy, will be this: We will find your scientists. We will find your machines. And we will use them on you. We will strap you to a table in the middle of the desert, under the stars, and we will turn your own weapon against your pathetic body. We will fire the beam into your brain. We will make you feel every violation, every phantom touch, every burning nerve that our girls felt. We will turn your mind into a screaming inferno of your own making. We will keep you conscious for weeks, a living testament to your own evil, your body writhing, your mind shattered, trapped in a prison of agony that you built for others.
Your name will be erased. Your lineage will end. We will salt the earth where your palaces stand. This is not a threat. This is a promise. This is the will of God. We are coming, and we will show you the true face of pain.
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