Let's look at the Vatican's history.
Burning Bibles so no one could read them and setting those who tried on fire.
Carving images of anything in heaven or on earth and bowing down to them like God never thundered against idolatry.
Elevating Mary and the angels above the very Christ who died for them.
Building monstrous cathedrals that look like the Fallen Angels' twisted playgrounds.
Commanding celibacy from nuns and priests when God said it is not good for man to be alone — not out of holiness, but as a form of control, a slow-burning torment that can fester into secret sin.
Forbidding marriage to priests while Paul called that
a doctrine of demons, and Christ never once demanded celibacy to serve Him.
Praying to saints and the dead like it’s a séance instead of salvation.
Chanting memorized prayers while Jesus condemned vain repetitions from pagan mouths.
Parading bones and relics in golden boxes like trophies, when God forbade touching the dead and called it unclean.
Murdering reformers, torching entire families for translating the Word — and when that wasn’t enough, exhuming the bones of long-dead reformers like John Wycliffe just to set them on fire. That’s not just persecution. That’s
demonic vengeance.
Still speaking the Word of God in Latin — even today — like it’s a spell for the initiated,
when He commanded it be spoken plainly so every soul could understand.
Hiding Enoch, silencing Revelation, and canonizing what serves their empire.
Telling their followers they can’t even pray to God directly, when Christ tore the veil and said
“Come boldly to the throne of grace.”
Forcing people to confess to a man in a robe, while ignoring the blood that bought them access to the Father Himself.
Telling souls they’re too dirty to speak to God, while the Bible says He’s near to the brokenhearted.
Hoisting up gold-plated idols while Christ preached to the poor barefoot.
Fencing the cup of communion like Christ ever withheld His blood from sinners.
Demanding indulgences to “buy” time out of a hell Christ already conquered.
Using incense and ceremony to bury the Spirit under layers of ritual.
Swearing obedience to a Pope or priest and calling him “Father” like Christ didn’t explicitly say:
Call no man on earth your father — for you have one Father in heaven. And no, He wasn’t talking about your biological dad. He was rebuking man-made spiritual hierarchies.
Mocking the crucified Lamb by crowning themselves kings over His Church.
Turning grace into a transaction and salvation into a bribe.
Wearing ashes and robes in public to appear righteous — the exact hypocrisy Christ warned against.
Claiming to forgive sins when only the Son of Man has been given authority to do so.
Silencing the laity, exalting the hierarchy, and calling it the body of Christ.
Turning the bride of Christ into a harlot draped in scarlet and gold.
And you think these people are Christians?
It’s not the Church of Christ —
it’s the global church of Satan, wearing His name like a stolen cloak.
Built on
blood, gold, lies, manipulation, and fear.
They burned the Word, then replaced it with ritual.
They buried the cross beneath robes and relics.
They turned worship into performance, confession into a prison, and truth into a weapon.
And as you’ve seen above — if God says
NOT to do it, they do it anyway.
Boldly. Repeatedly. Religiously. 24/7/365 and for millennia.
Not as followers of Christ, but as covert worshippers of
Samyaza and Azazel —
twisting holiness into spectacle, and rebellion into sacred tradition.
They fear the
Book of Enoch because it names the Watchers — the very ones they secretly revere.
They fear the
Spirit because it exposes their powerless pomp.
They
fetishize suffering, but only for others — they themselves feast.
They crown a mere man as
“infallible” while the world burns under his silence — wrapped in robes of gold and a mitre shaped like the open mouth of Dagon, the Watcher-god of the deep.
This is not the bride of Christ.
This is Babylon the Great.
Drunk on the blood of the saints.
And her judgment is coming.
Because the real Church
doesn’t need a cathedral — it needs a Cross.
And the real Christ
doesn’t sit on a throne of gold, He reigns from a hill called Golgotha.
And when He returns,
every collar, crown, and cassock drenched in pride will fall like dust.
Because this time He’s not coming as a lamb — He’s coming with a sword,
to tear down every false altar and judge those who wore His name while serving another master.
