“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” — William Shakespeare
D-EVIL!
"As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; They kill us for their sport." From William Shakespeare’s King Lear
“A rose by any other name is still a rose” – From Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet
577 Names & Descriptions Reveal Truth Of Gangstalking /Civilian Targeting/
”Dissident Hunting” War Crimes/Crimes Against Humanity
The 577 Synonyms/Descriptions for the Organized Gangstalking-Electronic Harassment/Targeted Individual/Civilian Targeting Program presented here help reveal its horrific, criminal nature and totalitarian purposes. These descriptions also reveal the importance of this program for the implementation of the Federal Reserve’s “”Go-Direct” to Digital Currency” system now being pushed on the human population by the United Nations Agenda 2030, World Economic Forum’s Great Reset, and cooperating governments and militaries throughout the world.
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577!🎯TI Names & Descriptions Hunting War Crimes/Crimes Against Humanity THE WORLD IS AGAINST Target
“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” — William Shakespeare
AMERICA & THE MEDIA CREATED BY "SHAKE SPEAR"!? / (ILLUMINATI) !
DAVID ICKE - BANNED FROM AUSTRALIA
ACROSS AUSTRALIA BULLYING
CORRUPTION, INTIMIDATION,
BLACKMAIL, FEAR,
& THOUGHT POLICE IS RIFE.
Post anything #Alien and I can see Tweeter followers dropping off in numbers.... Rising and falling
Why such resistance to truth?
Should I care? - That people deny truth? 100% Yes!
That's how Matrix of lies and deception has continued perpetually from Ancient times.
The system is NOT broken it has always been this way.
William Shakespeare, all the world is a stage
All the World’s a Stage Poem – by William Shakespeare (Text-Version)
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
IN TIME WE HATE WHAT WE OFTEN FEAR
“ Though this be madness, yet there is a method in't. ”
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