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I feel like I'm living in Stalin's Russia or Pinochet's Chile or any other dictatorial land where the population lives in fear of its repressive regime. When will I hear that dreaded knock at the front door and the government's secret police will drag me away to a dungeon where I will perish alone and isolated?

COVID is that ruthless tyrant with Donald Trump elevated to General Coronavirus whose word represents life or death. It is his job to enforce the despot's mandates: No masks! No social distancing! And large crowds to publicly display their loyalty to the autocratic rule!

Because the masses have not accepted their fates, thousands have died and thousands are dying.

I have done everything to abide by COVID's dictates, but I sense that my fate is no longer in my hands. I follow the commands, but I fear the command that will culminate in my disappearance.

We live in confusion. General Coronavirus bellows from his bully pulpit dutifully surrounded by his henchmen that the truths are false and only lies are the facts by which we should conduct ourselves. He holds a Bible above his head as he speaks with the vehemence of a god.

"Kneel in homage to my words," he orders as the Star Spangled Banner plays in the background.

While we know little with COVID operating surreptitiously and General Coronavirus seeking to condemn us to darkness, we communicate among ourselves to learn who has passed and who is breathing his last. We discover that the torturing never ceases, the crematoriums burning night and day.

I've locked the door and visitors avoid my house, but I tremble cognizant of the dire knowledge that Olivia and my children could be dragged away as easily as me and never be heard from again.

COVID has one aim--to kill and to maim. As General Coronavirus ignores the bodies piling skyward, he bangs the podium that we are being misled by left-wing fascists who are conspiring against him. He has done so much good and the bad resent his many Christian contributions to our community. But he abjures that they will be eliminated by the most powerful army ever assembled in history.

"In the same manner as Moses speaking for Jehovah, I am the voice of COVID and only I can curb his wrath!"

I do not sleep well. When I succumb to a troubled slumber, I dream that someone is pounding at the front door. I awake panting and perspiring. I cannot go back to sleep. I suspect that I will never rest peacefully until General Coronavirus decides that my time has come and I'm sentenced to death.

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