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In the sacred annals of the Holy Scriptures, penned by divine inspiration some two thousand years past, it was solemnly prophicied, "Blessed are the Meeks, for they shall inherit the earth"
This ancient prophecy, etched into the very fabric of eternity, unfolded in its profound fulfillment through the extraordinary odyssey of Saint Jeremy Meeks. After enduring decades of arduous pilgrimage—traversing desolate hoods, gang bangings and grand theft autos, then later unfairly detained for crimes he may or may not have committed, he finally immersing himself in the austere disciplines of spiritual asceticism. He at long last ascended to the high pinnacles of societal hierarchy, where the air itself shimmered with the opulence of power and privilege.
From this exalted vantage point, gazing downward upon the teeming multitudes of the impoverished, the oppressed, the unwashed masses languishing in the shadows of despair, among many of whom dwelt countless blackpillers, those weary souls steeped in the bitter elixir of existential nihilism and unyielding fatalism. Saint Meeks beheld their plight with eyes illuminated by celestial wisdom. In that transcendent moment, he uttered words reserved exclusively for those rarefied beings who had attained the precipices of their divinely ordained vocation, a comprehension so profound it transcended mortal bounds. These were utterances of such cataclysmic potency that they could reverberate through the ethereal vaults of Gandy's heaven and the abyssal chasms of hell, compelling angels to tremble in awe and demons to quiver in dread.
And in a single, epoch-shattering sentence, a declaration that echoed the innermost, undeniable inscription etched upon the hearts of every blackpiller, he proclaimed these ultimate, unassailable words...
"Don't ever get up!"
