Body Shots

Spike-protein soldiers

Living in the land of Nod

Such is the fate for many 

Who were never spared the rod

They create an agitation

A feeling of unrest

Attack without provocation

As their leaders know what's best

While the papers tell their lies

To make it all seem justified

The beast attacks itself

A violent juxtaposition

Where rhyme and reason join the melt

Drop a bioweapon into the bloodstream

And chaotic reactions will ensue

The body only follows orders

While the demons push it through

The body always has been subject

To its share of sorrow and pain

There's always something wants to kill it

Even on its best of days

But now the dice are loaded

As the toxins run their course

Both the inner and the outer

Will maintain their lethal force

"I am only taking orders"

Said the soldier to the slave

"But with what I've been injected

You had better dig two graves"

Broken Spells

The moviemakers have been heavily advertising a new one from Disney entitled, "Disenchanted."  They've always known that the lies wouldn't hold up forever, so they have been inventing new ones for public consumption.

As predicted, it doesn't look like Trump is going to be appointed as prison warden this time around.  They have one with more experience in navigating our upcoming environment:

Ron DeSantis’s Military Career: Torturing Prisoners at Guantanamo Bay (healthimpactnews.com)

We are currently witnessing Trump's participation in his own controlled demolition.  The childish "Trading Cards" fiasco makes him and his followers look like fools.  

Which brings us to the continuing public disenchantment towards the vaccines.  Only the most devoted Branch Covidians are falling for the next booster anymore as there have been too many deaths and bad reactions to remain hidden.  

Again, the owners knew that this day would come.  If and when Trump goes down with the vaccine ship, we will know that they have hired a new head pirate.  

As many have already stated, why hasn't "The Sadist" pushed for pulling the vaccines completely off the market rather than just eliminating the mandates.  And why aren't the problems associated with other vaccines not being brought into question?

But Gitmo Ron is being trotted out as the next Savior for the unvaccinated.  The choice is always "black and white" to keep it simple for the simpletons.  DeSantis is really their war-time tool that awaits their next false-flag monstrosity to be brought into action.

But there is another important aspect to all of this.  While DeSantis will be supported by his constituents, he will not be worshipped by them as they did Trump.  DeSantis simply does not have the charisma of Trump.

The owners want to save the adulation of the masses for the beast from the pit.  The irony is that the Anti-Christ will probably be just another WEF actor like the rest.  

My current hypothesis is that it will be the transvestite comedian in Ukraine with Elon as a distant second.  But whoever it may be, he will be loved by both the Left and the Right here in America.  That leaves out all of our current batch of politicians.

When this occurs, we will know that we have entered into our darkest days.    

Game of Chance

The Traveler dusted off his clothes in front of the entrance.  As always, the doors were never locked.  

Upon entering, the Traveler could see that the entire casino floor had been deserted.  But it hadn't been for long as the bells and whistles of the slot machines overwhelmed the silence.

Cards were still on the tables and drinks were deserted at the bar.  Whatever had caused everyone to vanish had occurred only recently.

On the far wall across from the entrance, were the spray-painted lines that could yield a clue:

Capitalism was a cut of the take                                                      

But Communism stole the ball

UBI is table scraps

While war and famine kill us all

The Traveler could see that the paint had not yet dried.  He turned to leave the building, not wanting to meet the writer of such dark prophecy.  And this is when he heard the door close.

He walked to an unlighted area on the far corner of the casino.  Again, the door was unlocked, and the Traveler walked onto yet another casino floor, this one smaller than the one he had just left.

The area was filled with Players, each looking excited at the chance of winning the game.  The Traveler sensed that there was something amiss, but he couldn't figure it out.

In the middle of the casino floor stood a woman looking at him.  The Traveler approached her.

"Why aren't you playing like the rest?" The Traveler said as he stood beside the woman.  They were both watching the Players along with their minds being sucked into the game.

"It's all one big scam," said the woman.  "And never more so than now."

"Please explain," said the Traveler.

"Let's start with the empty casino that you just left," said the woman.

"This game was played under the Capitalist system.  Under this regime, the House always gets its skim off the top."  

"But that leaves the Players to rob each other," she continued.  "This is why some Players lived well while most did not, especially when the House increases the skim."

"So it's a predatory system in itself," said the Traveler.

"Yes," said the woman.  "But under this system, at least some of the Players lived above the subsistence level.  That is until the owners changed the rules."

"What do you mean?" asked the Traveler.

To this, the woman pointed to a placard on the wall located above the roulette game:

Roll the dice or spin the wheel

It matters how it makes you feel

We present to you our brand new chips

With margin calls we make the shift

No skills required, why live in the past?

We offer you our game of chance

The Traveler looked around in disbelief.  "This is a Communist system?"

"That's right," said the woman.  "And it's in the later stages where the Players become dependent upon the House."  

With this, she pointed to the poster located above the exit:

Come back next month and try again

The chips are free so take the spin

With nothing to lose and nothing to gain

Our pleasure will become your pain

"Everything is tied to the casino," said the Traveler.

"Everything but you and I," said the Anarchist.

"But this casino is doomed for failure also," said the other Anarchist.  "Then we can start over with something more equitable."

The two spoke for a while longer and then the Traveler moved slowly towards the exit.

The other anarchist created a diversion by betting the entire amount of chips given to her by the House on one spin of the wheel.  

After the excitement had died down, the Players noticed that the poster above the exit had been crossed out, with new lines spray-painted next to it:

The Game is rigged, the chips aren't real

The House wants trade for your soul to steal

Go out and make it on your own

And you will see that you're not alone

Their systems of control have died

All that's left are the same old lies

You're not on this earth to be ruled by scum

A sovereign life is for everyone

A few of the Players soon departed the casino after reading the sign.  But most stayed in spite of knowing the truth regarding their condition.  

After all, they would be getting their new batch of chips next month.