I stopped caring about myself, grew numb to the pain. I wouldn't be caring nearly as much if all casualties happened to frighters for freedom, even if I was among them (we're fighting the good fight). I fear for the innocent, those who haven't heard of the truth, those who are suffering whithout having done anything bad.

I boil with hatred with the gloating of the left, the power trip of the elits, actually thinking of themselves as gods, as even God for all that can be empirically seen wouldn't mess with them.

I pray, with all the little faith I got left, for something to happen. For the internet to shut down, for the fight to leave the shadows and be thrusted into the light for everyone to see even if they don't want to.

I pray for the storm to hit the cabal. I fear not those who can kill the body, but He who kills body and soul in hell. I completely stopped caring about what happens to me, as long as it is helpful to further God's cause, so be it.

As long as commies and DS suffer, the deadliest storm is to me but a soft breeze.