For generations we have prayed for someone to fight for our side. “Maybe the next election”, we always say, things will go our way.
So we vote with pride and hope to set things right. Take our country back from the evil tyranny that infests our nation.
“Could he be the one?”
A new face on the horizon telling us what we want to hear, speaking the right words.
So many promises, so many un-kept.
“It's the others that are standing in his way, so let's blame them.”
So we argue, we discuss, we fight. Meanwhile the tyranny grows while our rights shrink.
Again we cry and we scream for someone to save us, not knowing that WE THE PEOPLE are the ones in control and always have been.
Nobody is going to save us. Nobody is going to fight for us. Evil lives. Evil grows. Evil laughs at our childish stupidity. Evil laughs every time we focus on those never-ending trivial distractions.
“Oh well, maybe next time someone will REALLY save us from this tyranny.”
The illusion of freedom is a wonderful thing until the music stops.
you will have two choices: worship the one who ends all wars and re-sets the economy with ubi for every one (answering all truthseekers' dreams, smashing governments, exposing corruption, uniting religions, etc. etc.,) or recognise his falsehood from words written long ago prophesying his appearance, and be excluded from the economy, from your family, persecuted, imprisoned, maybe killed for rejecting the one world religion, government and economic systems.