Political systems are a disease to which the only cure is to break free from the conditioning that feeds the corrupt body of government. The month coming up has to do with liberation. Use it. Find the truth. The WHOLE truth.
Oh my goodness! We are doomed!
The "New" virus has taken over the world!
Gather your thoughts! Get to the stores! Buy out the toilet paper, paper towels, and lysol!
Very scary words have had an unexpected effect.
What did you want?
The media are not being honest. The officials aren't being honest.
So, why can't you listen to reason? Is it just a voice to you?
Is that why you're listening to lies?
No facts, no evidence.
Are you scared? You should be.
But it's not the virus that's going to kill you.
So many things happening behind closed doors...
Your closed doors.
Your sanity is being tested, being pushed into oblivion.
Do you sense the building turmoil that is threatening the very fabric of your existence?
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