It is nearly finished.
RED WAVE!
PRECIPICE THEN COMPLETE VICTORY.
NOTHING STOPS WHAT'S COMING.
Destiny.
Prophecy.
Victory.
FINISH THEM
Surely it's starting to add up, even for the enemy.
Two can play that game.
But only one is destined to win.
Ready Player One?
The archangel makes it look so easy.
Because it will be.
It's just a matter of time.
Lady Luck can't help them now.
The best is yet to come.
If God be for us, who can be against us?
A paltry minority of brainwashed losers, that's who.
You can have your phones for all eternity, losers. This predicament is temporary.
The writing is on the wall.
Game time!
Shills get weaker.
Anons get stronger.
Patriots are in control.
Because God is with us.
This was never a "fair" fight because the enemy would always fall.
It's obvious to everyone with eyes to see now. Even the satanists know it, in their hearts, though they try to reassure their panicking ranks.
It's a steep hill left to climb. But we will climb it. And finish this.
Soon is relative.
But then there is "really soon."
Shills are trying.
Same old tricks.
They've used them for thousands of years.
Their ammunition is running low. You can see it in their posts.
You can see it in their candidate.
Bad moves.
Who left you in the dust?
Who do [they] trust the most?
Epic fail.
The last fail.
The one for the history books.
Enjoy the show!
Add it up, Hill. Add it up, Adam. The lot of you. One big unhappy family of miserable losers. The evil rotted your brains. Oh but she gave you nice cars. You chose. Now you can choke on it.
Click.