You don't have a name. You've been a slave of the elite underworld for 21 years; hidden many miles beneath the surface of the earth. They've done the most vile scientific mind-control experiments on your brain, when they're not torturing you...

...or harvesting your adrenalized blood for profit. They already split your personalities when you were 6 years old. Now with just several key code words, they can remote control your mind and make you do whatever they want you to do. You are not your own...

You don't even know who you are. You can't remember a time away from the darkness, from the stale iron stench of your own old brown blood staining your cage.

You hum the tune of Frank Valli and The Four Seasons, "Candy Girl," but not because it's your favorite song...

It's because that's the song that your handlers use when they send somebody into a remote room to rape or drug you. It's the only song you've ever heard. And every time that music comes on you have to get dolled up and wear a pink Candy Girl outfit for your pervert customers...

Your skin is grayed because of the Vitamin D deficiency; the effects of never experiencing sunlight at all. All you know is burden, blood, and sadness. Suicidal thoughts are your fantasies of freedom. They won't let you eat with a fork anymore because you tried to kill yourself.

And it's not like they actually feed you much anyway. Just enough to keep you alive. Just enough to continue to make them money.

And all the while, many miles above you, the human beings who are fortunate enough to live free on the crust of the earth their entire lives are arguing amongst themselves about the CONTINUED DELAY OF THE PLAN FOR MASS-ARRESTS, of their loss of jobs, homes etc. About freedom...

You don't know about THE PLAN. You've never experienced salvation, light, or freedom. A patriot rescuing you from this life-long dark hell that you live in has never even entered into your mind. This is your hell. It is your living death.

And while the people many miles above post on Facebook regarding Q Anon and The Plan, about the MASS-ARRESTS that apparently they think have taken too long, you are in a cage, singing "Candy Girl" dreaming of the sweet release of death.

You don't know this but there are patriots braving the depths of the darkness of Deep Underground Military Bases, fighting through bullets, pain, and a 6,000-year entrenched global criminal syndicate.... and they're trying to find you.

And as the patriots in special forces shoot down the guards that are protecting you from freedom, as they open the cage that has bound you for 21 years, pulling you out of that hell, giving you clothes, a shower, and a much needed lift to the surface of the earth...

...you are not wondering about THE PLAN FOR MASS-ARRESTS. You are not thinking about winning a Facebook debate about the exact time frame of THE MASS-ARRESTS. You're not debating with people on Facebook threads who deny your existence, your tragic life, and now your freedom. No.

All you want is to enjoy normalcy in this bold and new sunlit world. All that matters now is healing, braving the life-long nightmares of torture, rape, and abuse, and somehow and someway not killing yourself now that you are free.

You could care less about when the BAD GUYS who ruined your life are going to get JUSTICE. All that matters right now is to keep breathing, keep surviving, and perhaps one day, learning to live out the very freedom that so many have taken for granted.

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