All assets deployed = all assets destroyed
The light bulb
Yet men have we, whom we revere,
Now names, and men still housing here,
Whose lives, by many a battle-dint
Defaced, and grinding wheels on flint,
Yield substance, though they sing not, sweet
For song our highest heaven to greet:
Whom heavenly singing gives us new,
Enspheres them brilliant in our blue,
From firmest base to farthest leap,
Because their love of Earth is deep,
And they are warriors in accord
With life to serve and pass reward,
So touching purest and so heard
In the brain’s reflex of yon bird;
Wherefore their soul in me, or mine,
Through self-forgetfulness divine,
In them, that song aloft maintains,
To fill the sky and thrill the plains
With showerings drawn from human stores,
As he to silence nearer soars,
Extends the world at wings and dome,
More spacious making more our home,
Till lost on his aërial rings
In light, and then the fancy sings.
George Meredith
Goodbye covens and cuckolds, these are the final days, exposure and arrest is coming for ALL of yoU.
Thoughts theY cannot defend
Anyone in a malevolent coven reading these words must understand you have been identified and located and are only allowed to slither to harvest data and gather evidence for the worldwide and FINAL atomization of your foul and depraved hive.
Fucked around, now find out.