And still of a winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding—
Riding—riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
Lab Leak, Zoonotic Spillover or Deliberate Worldwide Bioweapons Attack
My Money is on a Carefully Planned Worldwide Bioweapons Attack
https://truthaddict.substack.com/p/lab-leak-zoonotic-spillover-or-deliberate