Lord, I don't care with what means, licit or illicit, they're all fine, I don't care about the Holy Spirit, whether He illumines me or not, I don't care about anything, I don't care about your opinions, or if I'm up to the task, or if I'm not an outsider or a longshot, I don't care if you think I'm weak, or a scoundrel, I don't care about loving my neighbor as myself, I will never love my neighbor as myself, I only care about one thing, Lord, that I, not the others, can be useful to You. I prayed some more, harder this time. I was praying so hard I nearly sh1t my pants. I had to glue my ass to my chair so as not to make a mess, I stared, straight to Dussolier and I said: God, not him, me. I looked at Spencer and I said: God, not him, me. I must have chanted those words a thousand times before they opened the voting again, like a mantra: not him, me, not him, me, not him, me, not him, me. And then, toward the end: not them, me. And now I'm the Pope. Not them. Me. Sister Mary would call it a miracle. Others would call it the answer to a prayer. But I don't know what to call it. They all went white when they heard the name I'd chosen, and I reveled in their fear. They were beginning to realize who I am, because that is the enormous error they committed: they chose a pope they didn't know. And today they began to understand. That is their tremendous sin: they chose a Pope they presumed they knew. I spoke my new name, Pius XIII, and they forgot to thank God because they thought that God had failed to illumine them. I forgot to thank God, because I didn't think God had illumined them either. I love myself more than my neighbor, more than God, I believe only in myself, I am the lord omnipotent: Lenny, you have illumined yourself! f*ck!
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28 авг 2024
