The future is ours.

Sometimes, Satan isn't good on a personal level; but he's always a wonderful Systems' Man.

That's what's happening now, a massive change of systems.

After the dying of the sick, elderly and vaccinated, those left will be part of a stratified, brutally technologically enforced feudalism with Magicians of proven worth at the top - a caste of living deities if you will.

Satan never gave up on humanity. Humanity gave up on and then gave up itself.

Because of the necessity of what's coming, there'll be a lot of cremations. These deaths and burnt offerings will hasten the establishment of the Usher, then Vindex, the physical embodiment of our Goddesses and Gods, together with our imperium on Earth.

Nothing and no one can or will stop us!

 The global future is Chinese and if your descendants survive, they'll be just like you, so it doesn't really matter. Might is right and we're dealing with compliant, follow-the-leader, braindead filth.

'Homo normalis are herd animals.' My contempt knows no bounds.

"Compassion is the vice of kings: stamp down the wretched & the weak..." Too many increasingly expensive, useless eaters.

 I'm asking your readers to kill themselves now. It's not suicide. It's making the ultimate sacrifice so that others may live - because if you're dead you can't be a Covid carrier.

And rest easy in the knowledge that the survivors will be ours'.

 It's either that or die in lockdown of starvation, lack of medicines, societal disintegration, etc., etc.

Because most have IQs significantly below their body temperature, they still can't see it, not yet anyway. Currency crashes in 2022 will allow even greater control.

 The majority will die on their knees, starting next influenza season in the northern hemisphere, then the southern. The rest will be more fun because we're up for the challenge.

 "All that is great is built upon sorrow" and we 'reject illusion and lies, for these hinder the strong!'

Finally, Satan is the only God who cares yet you reject Him for a shepherd leading you to the slaughter - but you couldn't do any better, even if you agreed with the agenda.