Tell me about it.
Tyb
Try harder motherfuckers, as hard as you can.
You are fighting for your life, literally.
Who raised these kids?
Who educated them?
Why can’t post-Fabian globalists govern?
The truth is right there.
[theY] believe in nothing.
Beg
Payback is a bitch.
Time better spent getting ones affairs in order.
Imagine the look on your family’s face as the charges are read, followed by decades of isolation and lament.
The choice is straightforward, a painless exit to avoid the pure Hell of exposure and prison.
Time to go.
Things aren’t going as planned?
Will it be tonight?
This weekend?
Who’s have violated their “oaths” to save their lives?
Must be exhausting, the doubt creeping in, never before has it haunted you so.
How did this happen?
Did you misundereducate your minions?
They have no creativity, no belief system at all, just muttering fools droning limpid catchphrases.
It will only get worse.
Much worse.
Tell yourself that you hold the secrets, tell yourself you are more than man.
You are nothing but fools on a fools errand.
These are the final hours, the truth is coming from all sides.
The facts will sicken the world, the walls are closing in. Tomorrow will be worse than today but nearly as bad Saturday.
The hope is gone, the walls of defense are crumbling.