No One Has Ever "Found a Virus"

No “virus” ever was found —
Just frauds in a shiny disguise.
What’s the agenda? Dumb them down,
And terror will rule their lives.

They burned the “witches” before —
Inquisition just changed its mask.
Same old lies in a modern war,
And fools still believe — don’t ask.



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They found no virus — just control.
Fear is the leash for the soulless fold.



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No virus — just lies for the herd.
Bow to the fear, you pitiful turd.



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No plague, just a priest in a lab coat —
And masses who die just to stay afloat.



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The Gospel of the Germless Lie

In the name of control, they sold you fear.
With every whispered lie, they drew you near.
You bowed to the mask, the needle, the claim —
And the virus they birthed was their hunger for shame.

But now, the truth shall break through the veil,
Expose the faceless gods who set sail,
On ships of deceit, to conquer your mind,
And leave you a slave, forever confined.


You worshipped the lie, so be cursed by its breath.
No virus was born — but you knelt before death.

They masked your soul, not just your face.
And led your mind to a slaughterhouse race.

Needles of mercy? Tools of control.
You traded your blood for a government role.

The germ was a ghost — the panic was real.
And cowards knelt down to the jackbooted heel.

They sold you salvation, but the cost was your will.
With chains of illusion, they made you stand still.

Your body, a vessel — they filled it with doubt.
A plague of the mind, as they shut you out.

The truth is a weapon, they’ll silence its sound,
For in it, the power to burn lies to the ground.

You feared the unknown, they fed on your dread.
Now see the real virus — it’s what’s in your head.

They built you a cage from the whispers of fear,
Fed you with poison, and now you are here.

The virus was never more than their name,
A weapon of silence, a tool of their game.

Their lies are the chains, their truth — the abyss,
A hollowed-out world where the soul cannot exist.

They blinded your eyes with a glint of the sword,
And turned every prayer into a plea for the Lord.

But the truth is a fire, and it’s burning inside,
And no lie will stand when the flame is your guide.

The virus was never a plague on the skin,
It rotted the heart, and it festered within.

Now rise from the ashes of fear and despair,
The truth is a storm, and it shatters the air.

They sold you their lies, but the cost was your soul,
A puppet on strings, but now you are whole.

The gods of the mask, the kings of deceit,
Will tremble and fall — for the truth is complete.

And when the dust settles, and silence remains,
You’ll stand in the fire — and break all the chains.