Curse #2 and the death of a friend
Curse #2 and the death of a friend
A friend has been lost to the not-vaccines, and now it is time for another curse to punish his murderers by bringing justice to them
Note to readers: This post is a public letter to a friend who recently passed away. When I found out that he had died, I had some things to say, and so I have written them here. Read on, and you will find out what happened to him and why I have released another curse to avenge him.
My dear Jason,
It is with a heavy heart that I discovered last night that you had passed away in August of last year. I had wondered if something had happened since I did not see you at the supermarket or walking around town, as you often did, for so long.
I did not wish to do a web search on your name, but I forced myself to do so, and my fears were confirmed. You passed away, and I was not even aware of it until now. I am so sorry, my friend. You were a gentle soul, and everyone in town loved you. You made everyone feel welcome, and you knew the history of this place and the people who live here, and that made you a bridge between the past and the present.
The last time I saw you was at the supermarket, when you told me that you had developed leukemia. You were wearing a mask, and at first I teased you, thinking you were wearing it because of COVID. Then you told me the bad news, and I was shocked. I looked into your eyes, and then I saw that it was true. Moreover, I saw death in your eyes, though I refused to accept it at that moment, and put it out of my mind.
My last words to you were, “God bless you, Jason.” We parted company, with me walking down the aisle one way and you the other. I did not know then that that was the last time I would ever see you. If I had known, I would have said much more than I did. But I could not have known for sure, and there was nothing I could have done to change what was going to happen.
They terrorized you, Jason. They herded you all like sheep toward the not-vaccines. I do not blame you for taking the shots. You were frightened, and they knew it. They had you right where they wanted you, and so many of you rushed to get the shots, believing that you could trust Fauci and the rest of the scum and filth in the government and medical industry.
I remember talking to you in my yard before that last meeting at the supermarket, and you told me that you had gotten Covid anyway, despite taking the shot and the booster. I explained to you then why I did not take it, and why none of the lying trash in DC could be trusted. The institutions you grew up with and believed in had been co-opted by ruthless, corrupt, greedy people.
But it was hard for you to believe that; I could tell by your reaction. You grew up in a different time, before the rot and corruption of the empire had truly set in. So you believed what you were told, and did what you were told to do. I cannot fault you for that, but the world had changed around you and so many others, and few of you recognized the changes. If you had, you might have made a different choice.
Before you took the shots, you were perfectly healthy. You used to walk around town frequently, mile after mile, day after day. There was nothing wrong with you then, and you might have lived another 15 or 20 years. That time was stolen from you by Fauci and the cabal of murderers at Big Pharma. They killed you and many others, and injured many more.
So now I shall take matters into my own hands, Jason. I hereby lay an undead curse on all of those - directly or indirectly - involved with your death. None shall escape my curse. Whoever they are, wherever they are, my curse shall find them, and justice will be brought to them for your sake.
No one, not even me, can stop it from finding and punishing your killers. It will work slowly for some and quickly for others, but it will find them all, and they will pay for what they did to you and so many others. The curse will affect different people in different ways, but what they have and what they are will be taken from them, and they will suffer terribly for what they did to you.
I know that you are in Heaven with Christ now, Jason. I want you to look around for a small man of Chilean descent. He is there too, and like you, he is a talker. The two of you will have much to say to each other. His name is Gonzalo, and he arrived in Heaven not long before you did.
Enjoy your walks in the sweet gardens of paradise, Jason. I shall think of you down here on earth as I walk around town or go to the supermarket. I shall not forget you, brother. You will be with me, always.
Rest in peace, in the arms of Christ, Jason. 🙏🏻
Morgthorak the Undead
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My mother died in October because of the "vaccines." So if you could put an additional curse on our "health care" system in her honor, that would be nice.
“Why do the wicked prosper?” There is and will be a “final judgement”.