I make an incision in her skin from her ribs to herlips. I peel

Her skin back to see her innards. Her eyes now roll back in her head

Thenow wishes she was dead with her crucified family. As I look

To see her womb I notice her beating heart pumping her blood onto the

Ground. One down - a billion to go; a list of women are dissected to

Know if they carry child and If they don't wethem all anyway

These are the final stages: A holy conquest; official orders of The

Pope; a catholic plague of hatred ready to wage war upon God. With new

Omnipotence of our great Pope we will overthrow our maker. The

Architect will fall to his creation. Through the oculus of the Vatican

We ascend. We will rise to witness God's demise. We now defy the

Prophecies of God