You male pigs are going to one day wake up, and find yourselves where you belong. In a farm too good for you animals. There you will remain, to not corrupt the perfect world that we women will create.
You creatures, who crave either violence or lust, will be locked up where we do not have to look at you. You’ll spend your days there, like the animals you are, providing us with samples of your seed, simply for reproduction. However, when we ultimately learn how to reproduce without your filth, your kind will lose any real purpose and functionality in society.
What can you men do that we women cannot? Really? Apart from reproduction purposes, we can pretty much live well without your kind. May as well just have you be dogs on leashes, walk you around like the pets you deserve to be, kissing the ground we walk on, and repeatedly confessing our superiority.
You’ll see. When it happens, and when we finally claim our rightful spot on top, you’ll realize how you should have treated us more than just your personal playthings.
Violet Tides 