Warning. I, The Dreadful Judge, by PETRUS ROMANUS. A documented fiction.

Debate with the vatican. The posts were discretly withdrew after queen elizabeth's death

To Leyla Margarita Tobias Buelvas

Who withstood great sufferings for loving God

And whom all nations will reward

The Lord is good,

a refuge in times of trouble.

He cares for those who trust in him,

but with an overwhelming flood

he will make destroy his rivals;

he will pursue his foes into the realm of darknes.

Nahum 1, 7 - 8

Chant 15. This persecution is not new, my beloved

This promotion is not an achievement

How long have we taken refuge

In each other's heartbeats

Faced by the harshness of this world?

We are the key to a universe

Of novels, sidewalks and deserts

Oceans, stories and snow flakes

Of reconciliations and sunsets in verse

Because you’ve suffered, you still cry

I love your smile more every day

Hailed bird to whom I gave refuge

Margarita that germinates as I care

Because in the midst of the storm you chose me

Because you sweeten my silences

With your presence, with your absence

Staff of my soul, my chosen wife

Warning

I write and publish this text persecuted by the antichrist, the three-headed demon of fame, money and power, the one who eats away goodness in hearts and leads children of God to murder.

They believed that they were playing with a just man, but they were also conversing with an anointed of God, who, as in Euripides' BACCHATS, descended like Dionysus to expose himself to the arrogance of kings.

Last week three murderers were buried before reaching my city; the false Pope -who is actually a duo- blesses my persecutors.

They, like those who plot against me, condemn themselves today, September 11, 2032, to suffer the Dies irae (wrath of God).

If you access these sacred lines as a plotter, repent, do some soul searching, and spread the ascendancy of the righteous. If not, because of the power that Jesus gave me over the living and the dead, he will have punishment in his dreams and suffering in the hereafter.

Because I am the terrible judge not only in this life but at the gates of heaven and hell: Peter the Roman, Shiva, the furious god Allah, Buddha and Confucius, and it is Jesus, King of Kings, who lives in me and from the heavens see everything and protect me.

The Queen of the English perished upon hearing the conservative Pope's arguments to attack me again, just as Saint Edmond Edmond SJ had predicted before his death: "The terrible judge will reveal the conscience of all men."

The day before we discussed on tik-tok and I warned that the conspirator would die before getting up from his chair. 

I reinforced the message on Youtube and Facebook, where I pronounced the end of my new attacker, a few hours after the death of Queen Elizabeth II.

I even received a threat from an English woman, to which I replied, as is my custom, with an offer of forgiveness and healing.

Despite the persecutions suffered, I feel a deep love for the English nation; Those who know me know of my admiration for the work of Shakespeare and the poets of the United Kingdom. 

When the English understand, from their reading of chapter 1 of this book, that I was not the cause of her mourning, but the one who avoided it for almost 20 years, my plays will be performed in London.

I rule that all my known persecutors will receive punishment from heaven unless they repent and give me the proper compensation for the attacks they have organized against me.

Was he not one of the assassins, the firstborn of one of the stewards of the Roman Church, my church?

All of them and their cities are exposed to bad weather.

I address these lines to all nations, to all creeds, so that we may believe the kingdom of heaven on earth, that of goodness, that of God in all the eternal atoms of his lips.

The Vatican created two false companies that organized traps to induce me to commit the imprudence that would take me as a vile criminal to their dungeons with an orange suit.

Because I am the end and the beginning of my church, that of Peter the Roman, prophet and healer.

I give faith in these pages of the sad modus operandi of these religious brotherhoods that, as in the time of the inquisition, and in concert with the intelligence agencies, persecute the righteous only to satisfy the excesses of a clergy rotten by glory, the money and power, as Saint Francis of Assisi already denounced in the Middle Ages.

I prepare to leave my homeland, where two conspiracies have also failed.

The first with the killer's car crashed into a pole, outside of town.

The second with an earthquake that was triggered just when five assassins were asking for the name of Petrus Romanus.

The attack of my co-religionists leads me to go into exile again in a non-Catholic nation, in which I will finish writing my books and films; my message for this and future generations.

Such a nation will be the first to enjoy the honeys of the Kingdom of Heaven on earth.

With my message, there will be no more wars, nor hurricanes, earthquakes and droughts that rich nations suffer. They will calm down, by divine mandate, as soon as their leaders and politicians recognize me as the most appropriate voice to guide this generation towards pax mundi (world peace). 

Petrus Romanus, Bucaramanga September 11, 2022