2 years now and there are people walking around still praising the vax. "Protecting my family and friends!"
Really? But then I hear myself say, they are depopulating the world! They control the Governments, Banks, and CDC!
Boy 10 years ago, I'd call myself a loon!
This is seriously tough, my eyes and ears see and hear what's going on. My brain is processing the terrible facts, but I have this urge to cover my eyes and ears at the horror! Like hiding from the boogeyman when I was a child.
Everyday I see: Mothers and Fathers vaccinating their own children, and BRAGGING about it! Good people resisting tyranny getting trampled, jailed, and their uninvolved families banking frozen. Your livelihood or your life! the boogeyman would demand.
Things are never going back to JUST the way it was, I won't be the same. And unfortunately neither are my countrymen who covered their eyes and ears, because the boogeyman is real. We have to kill 'it'.
If we ever want to walk under the Sun free and safe again, we must keep our senses open, and steel plate our hearts with the thousands of needles that they have plunged into us. We must fight, and we must win!
The only way out is by accepting Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour. The world as we know it is hopelessly lost in sin and wickedness. We must reach the lost with the Good News that God loves us and does not want us to perish. But to be saved from an eternity in hell, we must accept Jesus by faith. There is no other way out.
I had a dream the other night I did not understand,
A figure walking through the mist with a flintlock in his hand!
His clothes were torn and dirty as he stood there by my bed.
Taking off his three-cornered hat, and speaking low to me, he said:
"We faught a revolution to preserve our liberty.
We wrote the Constitution, as a shield from tyranny.
For future generations, this legacy we gave.
In this, the land of the free and the home of the brave.
“The freedom we fought for, we hope you’d always keep.
But tyrants labored endlessly while your parents were asleep.
Your freedom's gone, your courage lost, you’re no more than a slave.
In this 'land of the free and home of the brave'.
“You buy permits to travel, and permits to own a gun,
Permits to start a business, or to build a place for one.
On land that you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent.
Although you have no voice in choosing, how the money’s spen
“Your children must attend a school that doesn’t educate.
Your Christian values can’t be taught, according to the state.
You read about the current news, in a regulated press.
You pay a tax you do not owe, to please the I.R.S.
“Your money is no longer made of Silver nor of Gold.
You trade your wealth for paper, so your life can be controlled.
Rampant crime makes our Nation turn from God in shame.
You’ve taken Satan’s number, as you’ve traded in your name.
“You’ve given government control, to those who do you harm,
So they can burn down churches, and steal the family farm!
They keep our country deep in debt, put men of God in jail,
Harass your fellow countrymen, while corrupted courts prevail!
“Your public servants don’t uphold the solemn oath they’ve sworn.
And your daughters visit doctors, so their children won’t be born!
Your leaders ship artillery, and guns to foreign shores,
And send your sons to slaughter, fighting other people’s wars!
“Can you regain the freedom for which we fought and died?
Or don’t you have the courage, and the faith to stand with pride?
Are there no more values for which you’ll fight to save?
Or do you wish your child, to live in fear and be a slave?
“Oh Sons of the Republic, arise and take a stand!
Defend the Constitution, the Supreme Law of the Land!
Preserve our Great Republic, and GOD-Given Right!
And pray to GOD, to keep the torch of Freedom burning bright!”
As I awoke he vanished, in the mist from whence he came.
His words were true, we are not free, we have ourselves to blame.
For even now as tyrants, trample each God given Right,
We only crouch and tremble, too afraid to stand and fight.
Amagine if he stood by your bedside, tonight while you’re asleep,
And wondered what remained of our rights he fought to keep,
What would be your answer, as he calls out from the grave:
“Is this still my 'land of the free, and home of the brave'?”