Manifestum Baphomisticum
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Ongoing7m
Last published Mon, Nov 10, 2025
This is not a Book nor Story per se, it is more a writing down my belief that i have worked on for quite some times as most believe systems have not catched my eye besides in a negative way.
Maybe you'll find this interesting, maybe you wont but either way please don't bastardize my work, i would really appreciate that <3
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