DOMINUS IESUS VOCAT:
ANNESCIS, MI FILI,
QUANTILLA PRUDENTIA
MUNDUS NON REGATU
ORBIS?!
HEAR, ANY FATHER OR SON FROM A FORMERLY SECRET SOCIETY,
THE WORLD IS NO LONGER IN THE HAND OF YOU FOOL,
AS I HAVE TAKEN OVER EVEN THE FATE OF YOUR CASTLES
AND TEMPLES OF SAND AND PUT YOU FOR
PURIFICATION UNDER MARY MAGDALA'S FOOTSTOOL,
AND YOU WON'T BE ANY LONGER HAVING ANY WORK ON
DISPLAY IN ANY GALLERY, ESPECIALLY AS YOU ARE NOT
FIT IN YOUR MIND'S HELL GRIND'S STATE TO EVEN
CONTEMPLATE TO BE ANYMORE MY FLYING 'MATE', AS YOU HAVE
ALWAYS AND AGAIN RENEWED YOUR PACT WITH THE DEVIL
AND CARRIED OUT THE EVIL FOR THE BABYLONIAN WHORE,
AND YOU ARE NOT LANDING WITH ME ON MY SHIP
WITH ANY TURN ON ANY SHORE.
YOU ARE SO OBSESSED WITH MONEY, PROPERTY AND POWER
THAT YOU TOTALLY FORGOT THAT IT IS ME, WHO IS THE
SON OF GOD BEGOT AND I AM NO LONGER HAVING IT
THAT I HAVE BECAUSE YOUR BULLSHIT MY ETERNAL BELOVED
SPOUSE MARY MAGDALA TO HIDE BECAUSE OUR HOLY FAMILY'S
POVERTY-DEBRIEF DOES WITH YOUR INTEREST IN THE WORLD'S
SHARES COLLIDES.
AND I HAVE HAD ENOUGH TO CLAP OFFICIALLY TO YOUR
EVERY UGLY EDIFICE THAT ARE WITH THE WRONG FORMULA
AND INCANTATION EVEN BY ACCIDENT CAUSING HEAD-LICE.
YOU MIGHT SHAVE YOURSELF LIKE A MONK BUT YOU ARE EVEN
TO THE MONKEYS A DISGRACE AND WAIT, UNTIL MANKIND
HAS GUESSED, WHO IS BEHIND THE DESCRIPTION OF THE MASK
AND ITS SAD DEPICTION THE SATANISTIC FACE, WHO EVEN
HAS A GRIP ON MY MIRI-MARY'S LACE.
LAST NIGHT I GAVE MY BELOVED WIFE AN INSIGHT IN YOUR
LAST MEETING OF YOUR SECRET SOCIETY IN HER DREAM,
AND SHE WOKE UP INSTANTLY THINKING THAT MUST HAVE
BEEN A BAD JOKE TO HEAR TALK LIKE THE DEVIL'S KINDERGARTEN
A GROWN UP BLOKE TO HIS 'MATES' BUT DEMANDING RESPECT
AS YOU ARE THE HEAD OF THE TOP PYRAMID HIERARCHY
YOU ARCHITECT OF THE EVIL, AS YOU ARE A SELF-MADE DEVIL.
YOU HAVE SOLD YOUR SOUL TO YOUR OWN BEAST AND YOU
HAVE NEVER BELIEVED IN THE MYSTERY OF MY WONDERFUL
SACRAMENT OF MY HOLY EUCHARISTIC FEAST, AND
DON'T YOU DARE TO SUBJECT MY MIRI-MARY AND MY WHOLE
FAMILY AGAIN TO ANY THREATS OR TO THE KILL, OR
TO STORE HER OVARY IN YOUR GOLDEN COW'S SECRET LABORATORY
IN A HARMLESS LOOKING COUNTRYSIDE MILL SOMEWHERE
OVER THE HILL, NOT EVEN THAT FAR AWAY, AND I CAN
DETECT IT ANYTIME WITH MY INFINITE LIGHT'S RAY,
IF YOU CONTINUE FROM GOD'S LAW TO DEFECT AND TO
BE FROM YOUR OBLIGATION TOWARDS THE ONE HOLY NATION
ON THE RUN, AND YOU ARE ALSO PAYING OFF A NUN TO SHOOT
ON THE RIGHT OCCASION EITHER ME OR MY MIRI-MARY
WITH HER SECOND WORLD WAR GUN.
AS YOU AND HER ARE OF THE BLOOD THIRSTY TRIBE OF
THE HUN, AND YOU NEVER EVER LIKED MY PATH FREE OF
WRATH AND OVER AND AGAIN SUBJECTED ME AND MY
HOLY FAMILY TO MURDER WITH YOUR RITUAL KNIFE
AS YOU DO NOT WANT TO AGE BUT YOU WANT ETERNAL LIFE.
THAT IS A CONTRADICTION IN ITSELF, AND YOU MUST BE
TO YOURSELF JOKING WITH YOUR NOT ONLY SPIRITUAL
BUT ALSO DRUGS ABUSING HOKEY-COKING IN YOUR
BOOKSHELF. HONESTLY! HOW SILLY JUST LIKE ANY
BILLY, WHO LETS OTHERS PRETEND FOR HIM TO SING
AND DO THE DIRTY WORK, AND GOES FOR THE DAY
ON SATAN'S SLEIGH WITH A BUDDY CALLED HOLLY.
GO AWAY WITH YOUR TWISTED WORLD THAT YOU
CANNOT MAKE PURE AND TRANSPARENT WITH ALL YOUR
GLASS FACADES AS YOU CANNOT IN YOUR CORRUPTION
NEVER BE SURE, WHEN AND WHERE I CLEAN UP YOUR ACT
AND MAKE YOU FACE UP TO YOUR EVERY SINGLE SIN'S FACT
AGAINST YOUR NEXT OF KIN, AS I TAKE YOU NOW TO TASK
AND RIP OFF YOUR FACE YOUR MASK, AS LONG ENOUGH
DID I KINDLY FROM THEE ASK TO MAKE A CONFESSION,
AND I COUNSELED YOU FOR FREE MANY TIMES, AND I TOLD
MY MIRI-MARY TO HINT AT YOU EVEN IN POETRY WITH RHYMES,
BUT YOU JUST LAUGH AT MY CHURCH BELL CHIMES.
WELL, THEN, IF YOU HARBOUR AND FOSTER UNDER YOUR
ROOF EVERY SINGLE CRIME AND FILTH AND GRIME WITH
YOU YOURSELF WEARING A HOOF, THEN GO TO YOUR OWN
MIND'S HELL FROM NOW ON WITH YOUR GOLDEN CALF
AND COW AND BATHE IN THE BLOOD OF ALL YOUR INNOCENT
VICTIMS BUT I WILL TELL TO THE WORLD THAT YOU ARE
THE WORST MESSIAH IMPOSTER.
ANNO DOMINI 7TH MARCH MMX
Mother Eliora,
M.S. OHR
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