The people are falling. Many of them physically keeling over with heart issues after injecting themselves with mystery corporate pharma fluids- not once, not twice, but three times. And many more times for the extreme morons who don’t die in a timely manner.
The eyes of the face mask people are grotesque and telling. They reveal a sober understanding of their enslavement by the BEAST. They are bound in fear– the paranoia of its control mechanisms.
The corporations are attempting to make a final play.
Get in line. All we have left is fake food. Only the people who comply will be allowed to come and go from these corporate stores.
This place is hell. And yet, after I quell my fears and say a little prayer of strength, I find great delight in knowing that all of these fake people are going to die.
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