Ink has been spilled,
blotting out encoded trusts;
eroding trust in diamonds.
As the waters are rising,
and the tides of America rise up;
those of France, rise up,
a grain of wheat kept safe.
These are The Apocalypse days,
whose shelter brings no rain;
because the rain has been stopped up.
Only one shall pass this test,
whose heart is drawn;
into the wellspring of all life, drawn;
for this is essence of purity.
The waters are rising in America,
a flood in France;
the peoples of the nations rise up,
against themselves, they rise up.
When nation consumes nation,
in a revolution born of hypocrisy;
whose coat is made from wool,
but whose heart is cancerous,
this is the sign of Apocalypse.
They have spoken a lie to the people,
pleasing words, empty words;
vanities, vanities, vanities,
the puff and pomp of embittered hearts,
which holds no truth within it.
To draw into fresh water,
a movement of the heart;
whose walk speaks out of love.
For it is in charity, faith, and hope,
that the candles of our times are lit;
and these are everlasting times.
The wick receives her flame,
when the wick’s tongue;
has fought against herself.
For this is wisdom of an accuser,
whose blame begins within;
who casts her blame within herself.
In this way, the cancer,
which in every heart is contained;
has found her remedy and cure,
whose body hangs dead on a cross.
This is the cure of our times,
it is an everlasting cure and remedy;
whose heart, pierced by a Roman spear,
has shed forth life & purification.
The world has turned to kings,
and the kings of The Earth;
they turn against their kingdoms,
and the kingdoms are against them.
This is the war of Eve & Adam,
their children make war in the street;
without any peace within themselves.
They have studied law and order,
but neglected Divine Law & Order;
the rightful place of God in Heaven.
Making claims to build His city,
not understanding salvation’s plan;
nor reading the signs of the times.
Jesus has spoken against them,
his words linger on their tongues;
and they speak against themselves,
their own tongues speak against them,
their speech is rote,
and they do not understand scripture.
Wisdom now belongs to the simple,
purity, unto the simple of The Earth;
whose hands are raw from labors.
They have built Rome,
built up great towers in Rome;
for their accusers, great towers.
The tongues of dragons, they lift,
whose fire descends upon them;
the great dragons of The Earth,
now sit in places of great honor,
speaking malice and their blasphemy.
But the shepherds linger in the field,
caring for the sheep of God;
laboring with their hands in prayer.
These are the children of Abel.
The one who serves has been rejected,
in favor of tyrannical kings;
who sit upon thrones with tongues,
speaking vanities unto their people.
They say that they bring peace,
but as they walk The Earth;
violence descends, great violence.
“Peace,” the word of their tongue,
the greatest lie of our times;
illusion of Paradise, “peace,”
built up as a façade for the people.
When plague and famine have struck,
they say, “eat,” and say, “be well,”
as they eat the fat and medicines.
Hunger in the souls of the people,
and a thirst for justice in the people;
cannot be sated by vain words.
These are the tyrants of our times,
whose bellies are full of knowledge;
containing within them knowledge of God,
keeping all unto themselves.
The Bread of Life in their hands,
the taste of God’s Divine Mercy;
kept within their hands,
held back from the children of Eve.
Instead of feeding the children trust,
they have kissed them with Judas’ kiss.
With the advent of “His Holiness,”
machines of war began to speak;
whose words contain no spirit.
And the spirit of the word,
contains her underlying malice;
whose text is good,
but whose subtext is evil.
This is the spirit of Rome,
a See whose heart is hypocrisy;
speaking what men want to hear.
Had she the spirit of John the Baptist,
nations would rise against her;
but they accept her as their friend.
This is the sign of Antichrist,
nations flock unto her;
a sea of people flock to her breast.
When the world accepts a man,
then that man is of the world;
and he is not of Jesus Christ.
Woe, woe, woe,
a kingdom is overthrown;
and cast into a foreign land.
Let those who seek the truth,
put their hands to great labor;
and delve into the writings of saints.
For vain things have been spoken.
To form one’s self,
the self must die unto itself;
this is The Law of God.
Any other precept is vanity,
a notion other than this, vanity;
but that the soul must first die.
When a man admits his guilt to Heaven,
then he has died;
and in this death, is born again.
But to go on living without this,
is to be dead;
a death which lasts forever.
This is the greatest of all wisdom,
and if a soul receives this;
then it is drawn unto the cross.
The cross stands eternal testament,
for it is the truth of all souls;
and all souls enter here.
But that a soul die unto itself,
it cannot enter Heaven;
but is plunged into eternal torment.
Heaven, and Hell,
the sieve which takes all souls;
to place them in their proper place.
Peace does not belong on Earth,
until The Second Coming of Christ.
©2026 Maria Morisot
