Thing is, this pandemic didn't in fact infect a single living being, certainly not anyone that anybody knew personally. The alleged virus didn't seem to exist anywhere other than in the media, in the mouths of politicians and the so-called scientists, and, of course, in the minds of gullible citizens.
Indeed, the only people suffering injury or death turned out eventually to be those gullible citizens who had taken the jabs, aka the needle, aka the poisoned spear.
Meanwhile, those who resisted by refusing the spike and disobeying orders to stay at home suffered zero unusual symptoms - except perhaps struggling mental health as the world went insane before our eyes. Nonetheless, we dissenters were vilified across all strata of everyday society.
The whole thing was a clear and obvious hoax. It was a charade, a cynical exercise in manipulating the masses worldwide. It was a criminal act of a government occupied by principalities, by powers, by the rulers of the darkness of this world, by spiritual wickedness in high places.
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When the powers-that-be at last declared the scamdemic over, Ross donned his favoured hoodie and set off into town to look for second-hand books to read in the event of any future shutdown.
At the Red Cross charity shop its manager Joel told Ross that he'd complied and taken the spike. "I had to take it for working in the shop," he muttered, somewhat sheepishly, betraying regret.
"Omicron is an anagram of moronic," declared Ross, "and Delta Omicron is an anagram of media control."
"Ach, you and your conspiracy theories," retorted Joel. "Mind you, that jab really did floor me for a couple of weeks," he said, adding, "and I still don't feel right."
"It was bad, huh?" said Ross, knowing the answer to his question already.
"Aye, it was murder."
Ross raised his eyebrows.
"No, it really was."
Revelation 6:8 - KJV