We have to be Awakened, that's part of nature and can't be stop because truth can't be hide forever. If [they] try to stop this by means of totalitarian, mass mind control or any other gay methods. Then benevolent hands or perhaps nature will come and help and hit the reset button. Elites know this and they're shitting their pants, still they can't turn around, it's far too late for them now.
Yo chungus I do got the family and a good wife. Job is good.
>>41361459yeah and they mutilated my penis. it's all coming down.
>>41361271>Then benevolent hands or perhaps nature will come and help and hit the reset button.sure they will op
>>41361271>Elites know this and they're shitting their pants, still they can't turn around, it's far too late for them now.yet they have no other option but to double, tripple down or quadruple down. cant stop now, the system is too big to fail in their eyes, their crimes are so grave they have to commit even more of them to cover the old ones. its the textbook definition of a vicious cycle. they signed the deal with the devil & now they have to see it all the way through for better of for worse. truly terrifying to imagine being in their situation, in moments like that one learns to appreciate never having entangled oneself with the world all too much.
>>41363929Dear son, it is not always possibleStill to preserve that infant purityWhich the voice teaches in our inmost heart,Still in alarm, forever on the watchAgainst the wiles of wicked men: e'en virtueWill sometimes bear away her outward robesSoiled in the wrestle with iniquity.This is the curse of every evil deedThat, propagating still, it brings forth evil.I do not cheat my better soul with sophisms;I but perform my orders; the emperorPrescribes my conduct to me. Dearest boy,Far better were it, doubtless, if we allObeyed the heart at all times; but so doing,In this our present sojourn with bad men,We must abandon many an honest object.'Tis now our call to serve the emperor;By what means he can best be served—the heartMay whisper what it will—this is our call!Friedrich von Schiller (1759 - 1805)Wallenstein, The Piccolomini_Mein bester Sohn! Es ist nicht immer möglich,Im Leben sich so kinderrein zu halten,Wie's uns die Stimme lehrt im Innersten.In steter Notwehr gegen arge ListBleibt auch das redliche Gemüt nicht wahr—Das eben ist der Fluch der bösen Tat,Daß sie, fortzeugend, immer Böses muß gebären.Ich klügle nicht, ich tue meine Pflicht,Der Kaiser schreibt mir mein Betragen vor.Wohl wär' es besser, überall dem HerzenZu folgen, doch darüber würde manSich manchen guten Zweck versagen müssen.Hier gilt's, mein Sohn, dem Kaiser wohl zu dienen,Das Herz mag dazu sprechen, was es will.Friedrich von Schiller (1759 - 1805)Wallenstein (Trilogie), entstanden 1796-1799; Erstdruck 1800. Die Piccolomini, Fünfter Aufzug, erster Auftritt, Octavio
