Haarp - Thinning

Wallow. Counted blessings. March through mud. Trudge through filth. Hate and escape with your lives, gristle and fat. Saving skin off of backs. Sharp knives under double chins. Fiery pits to roast in. The sixth sin speaks. We're meat, we're all dead meat. The answer is a minefield. A toppled tyrant. Bite through, till teeth touch teeth. Eat our fill, greedy as pigs. Shining bright, beaming light. Eclipsed by the son. Looked down on, cursed from above. Eaten the hand that fills the trough. Days gone by, perhaps weeks. Starving again. Dine on the tongue. Fattest prophesized feast. Down by one. Gone in ten. Pigs get fat. Hogs get slaughtered.