These Wings Are Now Swords.

Ten years after the fake pandemic, most people on the planet had been hunted down and vaccinated. As for me I lived on the British Isles and so far had enjoyed a feral freedom of sorts. I still had a couple of friends who like me had refused to give in. The difference was they had gone to New China in Scotland to get fake vaccine passports put on their phones. Which allowed them to keep working amongst the vaccinated. I had got rid of my phone and gone to live outside. I won't bore you about the grinding rain and bone breaking cold of these islands. I had changed my identity and physical being through force of will and Gods help. Alone without a connection to the ancients of your indigenous lands you wither up and die. Simple. I had gone from being the fat lad on the photos they show to advertise a work out, before. To being a bearded warrior with two hidden swords. One for killing my enemies and the other for hacking through hedgerows and dense forest. If I ever came across a bird nest be it empty or containing little blue eggs I would kneel and beg forgiveness from the ancient woodland spirits. Tears would often wash two clean lines down my face. Those poor little feathered dinosaurs like people didn't have a chance. Inside the interior of some anti human thorn bush knot I would lay out my gore tex bivvy bag and try to sleep. I would often dream about the so called globalist billionaires and their breeding programme. They were trying through advertising and media manipulation to create a low IQ high crime environment where nobody felt safe. The Muslims had been the last to go down in the culture wars  They had refused to interbreed with the locals of these islands Until eventually there had been a civil war and after the mass deportations and internments they had embraced globalist values. I heard a noise in the hedgerow and coiled my fingers slowly around my widowmaker. I didnt kill women or children. Yet. The vaccine though was making them just as bad as the men. Fucking lazy brutal Orcs who would stomp an eighty year old ladies head in for loose change. This was the new animal kingdom. Packs of low IQ criminals intoxicated by the sadistic snuff movies they made on their mobile phones. The noise was just a cat. It rubbed itself against my exposed face. He was pure white like a snowball. Sorry beautiful no chicken for you. Maybe we will end up entombed together one day in a pyramid, on the far away crust of some foreign planet. When our conscious minds dont operate swords but wings to reach another star system.