I've seen claims that the covid vaccines are "poison" and that more people have died from the vaccines than from the virus. Although these claims never cite any sources, maybe, for all I know, they're true and all the media is engaging in a cover-up.
Being as nearly everyone on this site has been vaccinated, can you please tell me if you died as a result? If you're dead, I want to hear your story! Tell me all about how the covid vaccination killed you.
I'm 4 times vaccinated so I've died 4 times. But with funerals being so expensive, my relatives can't afford to bury me. So, I keep coming back from the dead, looking for a job to pay for the funerals.
Greetings from sunny HELL!
Not dead yet
I recently received my 4th shot at the grocery store, and I initially felt fine.
After my shot, I wandered over to Starbucks and got a latte, then I got in my Prius, turned on NPR, and drove home. At home, I taught my kids how to be transgender before dropping them off at school.
I came back home and watched some Stephen Colbert on the old DVR, added a baby part to my shrine to Baphomet, and collected my mail.
I had received my monthly Soros check, so I poured myself a glass of blood and took it with me to sip on while I went through my bank's drive through. My iPhone beeped, and I realized it was time for my monthly abortion, so I headed to that drive-thru next.
On the way to the abortion, the nanobots in my blood had multiplied to alarming levels. Not only were they practicing karate on my kidneys, but they were also setting small fires in my pancreas, electrocuting my spleen, pooping in my lungs, and telling my liver it was ugly and nobody would ever love it.
It was too much, and my organs all rebelled by shutting down, and I lost control of the car and hit a statue of the Ten Commandments. I was dead for 5 minutes, at which time, my Reptilian family doctor showed up through a portal and brought me back to life. Necromancy is tiring, even for the target (me), so I stayed on bedrest and watched Rachel Maddow for the following 2 weeks.
I'm feeling better now, but I'm concerned that I may be 6 weeks pregnant from demons boning me while I sleep, since I missed my drive thru abortion, and my state won't let me have one after six weeks, so long story short, I might be giving birth to the antichrist soon.
This is why abortion should be safe and legal.
Many could have been dead a number of times from various events. This medium-sized human animal that is my body keeps on ticking for now. In the future, all presently living will be dead. That's no surprise. I did have some peculiar reactions after the second booster which could be attributed to other factors and meds.
But no one I am aware of suffered from the absurd factors that AV fear-mongers have sought to instill into us.
How about survivor's guilt? I have twinges of this on occasion. When others who are treasured in our existence pass, usually unexpectedly, part of the mourning of those losses is survivor guilt. Why are they gone and I still here? What ought I to do to honor and provide some small positive legacy to their memory?
When I think of those children recently murdered in a Texas classroom, I feel guilt and sorrow. I imagine as those children sat in their small child-sized seating, the terror of watching their classmates and little friends being shot and murdered before their eyes. They know the horrifying likelihood that their brains would likely be partially scattered about the room like their innocent male and female friends. Their lives ended for no sound reason. I have survivors and other twinges of guilt.
"From hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee. Ye damned whale", [Captain Ahab to his nemesis, Moby Dick, who has crippled him and against whom his power to seek vengeance is weak, puny, and insignificant]
I didn't die but after my third shot I walked back to the lot to retrieve my car when the magnetism kicked in and I found myself stuck fast to the bumper just dangling there with my limbs flailing like a fly caught in a spiders web. Some kind people tried to help me but they'd obviously just been vaccinated too because they ended up stuck to my car as well. It was all looking pretty grim until Bill Gates suddenly showed up. He told us that he could inject us with demon sperm that would de-magnitise us but first we had to pledge our souls to Beelzebub and the New World Order. Yes yes anything just release us we pleaded. He injected us all one by one while drooling and laughing maniacally and that's how I became one of Satan's minions.