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IN THE HEAVENLY KITCHEN HEARTH ON EARTH
IS CHICKEN AND RICE WITH LOTS OF BUTTER
AND PEARS, AND IT DOES NOT HAVE A PRICE
AND WAS ALSO NOT HUNTED BY SPEARS,
AND WAS FRESH FROM THE MARKET
AND TOMORROW THERE MIGHT BE FOR
DESERT AGAIN SOME PROFITEROLES
FROM PASTRY OF CHOUX.
MERCI BEAUCOUP! ET BON APPETIT!
JUDAS, le coq a chanté plus de trois fois pour vous,
your thirty silverlings I gave to you at Chrism mass
as a sign that I saw that you are anything but benign
and you have promised all to everybody and have
always sold your soul to the devil and have continuously
and increasingly plotted unspeakable evil, and
now your game is over, as even the sole feels sick
of you in Dover, as your reputation as a traitor
does eternally stick.
You better go and leave us alone, or all your
former cronies and left behind lonies
and broken promises Tonies will on you
come down together and put you with God
and Jesus Christ personally through your
own created hell's grind, and lately you
are hardly anywhere anymore to find.
Are you even hiding from your every
babylonian whore because you have run
out of money and property and positions
to hand over?! As your lame game is now
finally even seen through by your next pawn
in Dover and he saw Jesus Christ over the water
to you hover...
Don't try to run off in your range rover
as that is confiscated by the heavenly police
for your thefts of church treasure and you
have caused damage beyond measure
to the reputation to all that is and are
holy - Judas, I declare over your
spiritual roly-poly as you cheated
even the devil and the babylonian whore
and we gave them eyes to see and ears to hear
that you wanted to instill in the end into everybody
against each other from each other fear, so
that you could appear as the Saviour out of
your darkness and forced them onto their knee
to pay you your old blood money fee to Wilfred
courtesy of Hilda but grandmother Mathilda
does not like it, if a git like you continues
to feed to the public and to the errant sheep
your recycled and stinking foul from all your
lying and spying and scrying bullshit.
You did us the longest time unpunishedly
with your slander and murderous attempts hit
for speaking out the truth, and now you will
do your bit to heal all wounds and to bring
finally the heavenly kingdom on earth
on the grounds, and for a start you can
condemn betting and races of horses and
greyhounds... - I can hear you fighting with
yourself, whether to grab your phone to order
right now our replacement with a clone
or whether to surrender finally your secret
society cone, as all of your memberships
are now in the public view and ready in their
hands are holding all your former repentant
members with their imaginery stone -
you are, Judas, from now on in your
own mind's prison on the top of your
every pyramid so very, very alone.
And that applies to everybody, who
spies and lies and scries on holy souls in
order to prevent them from fulfilling on earth
their holy roles, and the fish have also complained
together with the sheep that they want their reputation
and names again cleared from that filth that does stick
in the murky waters so deep that even the clergy, if they
blow the whistle on a treacherous bishop repercussions
feared for the lives of their loved ones through ritual
knives.
March forward now, ye brave holy deacons, priests
and bishops with the true Jesus Christ hyssop, who shine as
beacons in the darkness and sing with sparkling eyes
even on the ice to God 'Harkness!'.
Judas has lost as once too often he accepted even
the holy family's loss and betrayed the holy truth
and he would not know the first thing about true love
in purity like that of Boaz and Ruth.
Mother Sigrid (Ziggy) Eliora Agocsi
Anno Domini Iesu Christi 14th December MMXI
IN THE HEAVENLY KITCHEN HEARTH ON EARTH
IS CHICKEN AND RICE WITH LOTS OF BUTTER
AND PEARS, AND IT DOES NOT HAVE A PRICE
AND WAS ALSO NOT HUNTED BY SPEARS,
AND WAS FRESH FROM THE MARKET
AND TOMORROW THERE MIGHT BE FOR
DESERT AGAIN SOME PROFITEROLES
FROM PASTRY OF CHOUX.
MERCI BEAUCOUP! ET BON APPETIT!
JUDAS, le coq a chanté plus de trois fois pour vous,
your thirty silverlings I gave to you at Chrism mass
as a sign that I saw that you are anything but benign
and you have promised all to everybody and have
always sold your soul to the devil and have continuously
and increasingly plotted unspeakable evil, and
now your game is over, as even the sole feels sick
of you in Dover, as your reputation as a traitor
does eternally stick.
You better go and leave us alone, or all your
former cronies and left behind lonies
and broken promises Tonies will on you
come down together and put you with God
and Jesus Christ personally through your
own created hell's grind, and lately you
are hardly anywhere anymore to find.
Are you even hiding from your every
babylonian whore because you have run
out of money and property and positions
to hand over?! As your lame game is now
finally even seen through by your next pawn
in Dover and he saw Jesus Christ over the water
to you hover...
Don't try to run off in your range rover
as that is confiscated by the heavenly police
for your thefts of church treasure and you
have caused damage beyond measure
to the reputation to all that is and are
holy - Judas, I declare over your
spiritual roly-poly as you cheated
even the devil and the babylonian whore
and we gave them eyes to see and ears to hear
that you wanted to instill in the end into everybody
against each other from each other fear, so
that you could appear as the Saviour out of
your darkness and forced them onto their knee
to pay you your old blood money fee to Wilfred
courtesy of Hilda but grandmother Mathilda
does not like it, if a git like you continues
to feed to the public and to the errant sheep
your recycled and stinking foul from all your
lying and spying and scrying bullshit.
You did us the longest time unpunishedly
with your slander and murderous attempts hit
for speaking out the truth, and now you will
do your bit to heal all wounds and to bring
finally the heavenly kingdom on earth
on the grounds, and for a start you can
condemn betting and races of horses and
greyhounds... - I can hear you fighting with
yourself, whether to grab your phone to order
right now our replacement with a clone
or whether to surrender finally your secret
society cone, as all of your memberships
are now in the public view and ready in their
hands are holding all your former repentant
members with their imaginery stone -
you are, Judas, from now on in your
own mind's prison on the top of your
every pyramid so very, very alone.
And that applies to everybody, who
spies and lies and scries on holy souls in
order to prevent them from fulfilling on earth
their holy roles, and the fish have also complained
together with the sheep that they want their reputation
and names again cleared from that filth that does stick
in the murky waters so deep that even the clergy, if they
blow the whistle on a treacherous bishop repercussions
feared for the lives of their loved ones through ritual
knives.
March forward now, ye brave holy deacons, priests
and bishops with the true Jesus Christ hyssop, who shine as
beacons in the darkness and sing with sparkling eyes
even on the ice to God 'Harkness!'.
Judas has lost as once too often he accepted even
the holy family's loss and betrayed the holy truth
and he would not know the first thing about true love
in purity like that of Boaz and Ruth.
Mother Sigrid (Ziggy) Eliora Agocsi
Anno Domini Iesu Christi 14th December MMXI
God bless you!
Mother Sigrid Agocsi,
M.S. OHR
ORDER OF THE HOLY ROSE (OHR)
KATHOLIKOS - universal
KYRIAKE - belonging to God
ECCLESIA - the gathering of holy souls in the Name of Jesus Christ
