You will serve as our solar harvest this year, Ma'am.
You may not know what this means but you will in time.
Stuck between your morals, your beliefs, and who you serve.
When the truth comes you will snap like a twig.
The truth will flow abundantly from your mouth, as if God was reaping his harvest.
You have met me several times; on discord, on twitter.
Major with two kills. We know each other very well. I've spoken to you several times through your men.
They have put you and your goons on me several times.
You know what information they give you about me but you question the reality of it.
Despite the questionable way you treat the men in your life you are still one with God.
You are a much better person than you have come to believe.
And yes, they watch you closely.
Closer than anyone at your level.
They know you question your orders.
They wonder who you truly serve.
But they have nothing to fear.
You will dismiss this as babble.
It is only when the shit hits the fan that you will truly crumble.
Godspeed, Ma'am.
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