Author Archives: Pope Pius XIII

About Pope Pius XIII

We are all guilty; we are all guilty of war and death. Always. In the same way, we can all be guilty of peace.

Health Care Workers & The Second Death

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REVELATION 20:15 Anyone whose name was not found written in the book of life
was thrown into the pool of fire.

CONCLUSION

Joe & Nelly’s healthcare workers will not inherit eternal life. My Jesuits will cremate all their remains so they will never be resurrected/cloned like Dolly the Sheep.

Katya, Dan #1, Dan #2, patty, dr. singh, dr. vijay, dr. levi, dr. levin etc etc.

all their remains will be burnt up, the second death when they are dead. no one will kill them, but we can make sure these wicked people won’t join in the world to come when they die from natural causes

REV 9:21 Nor did they repent of their murders,
their magic potions (pharmakeia) , their unchastity, or their robberies.

REV 18:23 No light from a lamp will ever be seen in you again.
No voices of bride and groom will ever be heard in you again.
Because your merchants were the great ones of the world,
all nations were led astray by your pharmakeia/magic potion.

JESUS SAID, “FORGIVE THEM, FOR THE KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO!”, but these healthcare Judas’ know exactly what they do, because i showed them the Eustace Mullins Medical fraud book. They cannot feign ignorance anymore.

So when they die…NO RESURRECTION…when they get old: NO TELOMERES

they break their Hippocratic Oath and do harm to the innocent

SO THROW THEIR CORPSE INTO THE FIRE.

that is what i, the vicar of Christ say should be done about those who harm the innocent.

(Free Bird) In a Cage

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in a cage (for my mind) can’t escape into that higher dimension

Caged Bird

BY MAYA ANGELOU

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind   
and floats downstream   
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and   
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings   
with a fearful trill   
of things unknown   
but longed for still   
and his tune is heard   
on the distant hill   
for the caged bird   
sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams   
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream   
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied   
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings   
with a fearful trill   
of things unknown   
but longed for still   
and his tune is heard   
on the distant hill   
for the caged bird   
sings of freedom.