There is a book referenced in The Holy Bible by the title, “The Lamb’s Book of Life.” The book is mentioned as being able to be read by one single soul, Jesus Christ, The Son of The Living God; for he is found worthy to open and read the book. A great theological question was posed centuries ago, namely that of predestination. I ponder this often in my heart and in my mind; “does God know the fates of souls before their time.” Jesus knew of the betrayal of his friend, Judas Iscariot, before it ever happened. But perhaps he did not know with true certainty; but as logs are put into the place of fire, one can guess, not with true certainty, but with great probablility, that those logs will be burned up in fire. This is a question I like to ponder, and I ask of God not to let me have knowledge; because I like to play in my heart God’s music of Divine Mercy, and to hope, even beyond all hope, that there is a chance for every soul to come into contrition and into sorrow for their sins and be forgiven. So this book, “The Lamb’s Book of Life,” I like to imagine it as something not set, but a dynamic piece of work which still has pages yet unfilled. My page, I believe, is set. This I have word from The Father, and His word of Divine Mercy, it is never failing, and always true. But those who have yet to pass through fire, in the coming days of the end of the world; I like to think that their test is yet before them, and they must still navigate if they wish to earn for themselves a crown. My crown is in ink, it is a crown of thorns set in ink upon my flesh, the only external mark I have to bear witness to the sufferings I have born for my God, Jesus Christ.
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The word of The Lord came to me,
it took on many guises and shapes;
but it was essentially the same word.
Hell is a pattern in existence,
and I shall go there.
It was Benedict XVI who says,
relativism is the enemy of truth;
but I say, “fuck you, Benedict XVI,”
in the most relativistic way possible.
Subject and metaphor are of Christ,
and those who deny The Christ;
because of their obsession with object,
these have not opened up their souls,
to the mercy present in Christ’s blood.
He himself says he speaks in parables,
and the parables bear witness to him;
but the men of The Church of Rome,
have become men of idols merely,
without having understood The Spirit.
They look to coin, not to God,
vast expanses of wealth and power;
rather than to frailty of a dandelion.
So they have not understood her,
when Maria Faustina Kowalska speaks;
saying of Christ he loves a dull tool.
Jesus, had I been sharpened,
perhaps I would not be what I am today.
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Rome will certainly discredit me,
because I say the word, “fuck,” a lot;
fuck Rome.
Rome is a whore.
She caters to the rich,
and to the powerful;
neglecting John the Baptist,
and his message of repentance.
This is what Jesus meant,
when he said,
“upon this Rock (Petra),
I will build my Church;
and the gates of Hell,
shall not prevail against it.”
Jesus was not speaking of Rome,
he allowed Rome to exist;
as a means by which to pour his graces,
but Rome has lost the faith,
and become the seat of Antichrist.
This has all been said through Mary.
Bring then the fruits of repentance,
and show yourself a man, Rome;
otherwise, you are a whore, I name you.
Contrition, Rome, not peace,
sorrow for your sins, Rome,
not fraternity. You are a poor beggar,
begging for others to stroke your ego.
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They say, “One Nation Under God,”
and you reject them;
while saying, “One World United,”
without bringing Christ to the table.
Better a man outwardly venomous,
as the one whom you deny your bread;
than to be one such as you, Leo XIV.
You deny your bread to sinners,
then make a show,
the whole world can see;
speaking, “peace, fraternity.”
Fuck your peace.
Fuck your fraternity.
Do you not know this is war.
The cross is something to die for,
as can be seen in every single saint;
but you dash their sacrifices on stone,
shattering everything they worked for.
Peace is not the message of Christ,
unless that peace comes by your blood;
this is the price of peace,
not your endless worming tongue.
Can you establish peace on Earth,
I challenge you, Pope, “Holy Father,”
bring your peace,
take it into the dark reaches of Earth.
The peace you speak is utter blasphemy.
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The book you quote, Isaiah,
saying The Lord will not listen;
for your hands are full of blood,
do you not know He speaks of Rome.
The blood of innocent children,
is on your hands, Rome;
who goes forth saying,
“an end to abortion,
and respect and dignity to human life,”
Human life is in your pews,
and comes to you for bread;
the bread of our Lord, Jesus Christ,
but you offer them nothing.
Have you not read,
“they shall eat only bread.”
You give nothing of value at all,
O Rome, you desolate whore;
everything you have in you,
is the blood and life of widows,
whom you devoured their whole houses.
This is the truth you should proclaim,
rather than a fantasy of peace;
proclaim Rome’s desolation to the world.
For in speaking ill of Rome,
you speak the truth;
and the truth, the truth, it is Christ.
Confess your sins to the world.
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I, The Lord, have taken into account,
every breath of man; from birth,
unto their very last breath.
Do you see My vicinity in her, Lucretia,
does she not warble truth as a lioness;
this is the word, “forgive me, Father.”
Do this, and live.
I am not an unjust God,
My peace shall come to rest on Earth;
take up the sword, for it is time,
I am a God of armies, and shall conquer.
The battle lines are drawn in sand,
let every man, woman, and child;
take up arms in these last days,
and fight for justice and for truth.
No greater love has a man,
than he should lay down his life;
for his friends.
When apostasy reigns triumphant,
and corruption is the rule of law;
then the sword becomes the cross,
and the cross becomes the sword.
The one who kneels before The King,
has been knighted;
all eyes are now upon her,
as she shrivels up within herself,
to take punishment for her spouse.
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hi, my name is lucretia! 