There exists a spirit behind the flesh,
for it is written of the angels;
they move The Sun and Moon.

If the angels, who have no bodies,
have power over the spheres;
then one can admit to a power,
of the spirit,
which holds the flesh in its bounds.

Here, I move electrons to shape words,
and those words have a source;
it is by human will I created these.

There is a spark behind all words,
where the spirit, through the will;
begins light on its journey.

And there is a spirit of death,
born from the will of an evil soul;
which speaks the words of darkness.

If the machine has produced a word,
know that word can be traced to a soul.

There is no such thing,
as metal wires that create;
the flesh alone,
cannot produce a word.

They listen to a megaphone,
complex streams of information;
which all can be traced back,
to the source, a soul or souls,
the wizard behind the curtain.

The essence of a word is its spirit,
the word may be bound to flesh;
as these words, when written,
are pixels on my screen,
which may be reproduced, and will be.

Where, then, do they trace,
I tell you, they trace back to me;
for they were spoken from my heart.

The words that a machine speaks,
for this is not speech at all;
but merely the amplification of speech,
such speech can be traced to a soul.

They build up elaborate speech boxes,
inviting all the world to pay tribute;
and the tribute they ask is gold,
the gold they ask comes from your heart.

Every soul has her words,
this is the gold of the new age;
your words.

And the words they want from you,
is that you pay tribute to them;
for all sin leads to pride,
and pride begs for flattery.

The names, "Jesus," and, "Maria,"
when spoken truly from faith;
and trust in the cross on Golgotha,
these shatter the machines of men.

For they are machines against God.

They love complexity more than Christ,
for this reason, they cling;
to the name, "Carlo Acutis,"
not because they love him, or Christ.

They love their Internet,
and their toys; their gadgets.

Had they loved Jesus Christ,
they would come to know him;
and in knowing him,
confessed their sins.

But they did not know him,
neither have they confessed their sins.

Merely following the name of Jesus,
will not bring your soul contrition;
but one must come to admit guilt.

This is the grain of wheat which dies.

The harvest is almost ready,
where then are the harvesters;
held back from the harvest,
because of the promise of mercy.

Let both grow together.

The wheat which has died bears fruit,
despite the age of wickedness;
they have born good fruit for God.

In the cross now is mercy;
at the harvest, only justice.

The shopkeepers have kept shop,
the goods have been funneled;
and the citizens are now happy.

This is the economy of Antichrist.

They have built the world's largest,
vending machine; put in your coins.

This is the economy of Antichrist.

In Antichrist, you can even buy prayer,
or at least the promise of a prayer;
for your intention has been filled,
at the price of American dollar bills.

This is the economy of Antichrist.

The True Cross, found by Helena,
it cannot be bought or sold;
and The Bread of Life, Christ Jesus,
is now given to us spiritually.

Antichrist has come into this world,
going unto his own destruction;
while preach a gospel of false peace.

No peace comes but by the cross,
in human suffering, peace is born;
for soaking up injustice, peace made.

This is the martyrdom of the saints.

If you can accept this;
then you shall be numbered a lamb.

2,000 years ago, Christ was crucified,
and his story went forth on Earth;
but The Earth rejected him,
The Earth rejected The Author of Life.

The world loves the world,
without a thought to her Author;
and the ones who say, "Christ,"
reject his words, and reject his cross.

They have watered down his name,
causing the pagans to cringe;
because hypocrisy rules The Church.

Judas Iscariot has taken Rome by force,
he has conquered;
every altar of The Lord,
preaching his false doctrine of,
"peace."

There is no peace in Jesus Christ,
but that a soul first obtain Heaven;
and this is bought by blood,
peace is bought through suffering.

The Holy Cross is not fairytale,
no happy ending but through horror;
and the face of Christ does not smile,
for he knows the fates of many.

Hell exists, and most souls enter Hell.

YHVH, my God, grant power to my words,
that souls become aware of consequence;
so they may see, and walk upright.

©2026 Maria Morisot