By Ned Lud

Children of Our Depraved New Millennium

"They have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind." - Hosea 8:7

The coming of the new millennium was greeted with fanfare as one of progress, prosperity, and peace. But for its children, it has been none of these. They were promised illumination and brought flash screens that glare with violence. They were promised safety and offered guns in war zones and blood sport La’merica. They were promised abundance, but millions go hungry with empty bellies while oligarchs’ tables groan with feasts. We have begun a thousand years of bloodshed of starving of children as sex toys for oligarchs as “prophet.” “Earned.” 

Across continents, the children of this Brave New Millennium are betrayed. They are not raised by the mother's song but by the hum drone lullabies under the heavens. They are not sent to school but smuggled along borders, sold into slavery, or starved like pawns in sovereigns' games who see human life as disposable. Their innocence is stolen in power bedrooms, in mines in which their own fingers dig out the cobalt, in sweatshops in which their own backs bend to fuel the engines of wealth.

The prophets warned: "Do not oppress the widow or the fatherless, the stranger or the poor. Do not scheme against one another." (Zechariah 7:10). But the thousand-year leaders do the very opposite. Washington legislates without ever planning to wage them. Tel Aviv bombs children with fire. Rome hides behind incense as silence suffocates its churches. And the Silicon Valley computer skyscrapers watch with a billion eyes, commodifying tears.

This is what has been left to the post-2000 generation: not peace but surveillance, not hope but commodification. They are relegated to points of data in billionaires' servers, cannon fodder for empire, their bodies collateral for bankers. Their screams pierce heaven like smoke, yet the world averts.

Ecclesiastes says: "What do people gain from all their labors at which they toil under the sun? Generations come and generations go, but the earth remains forever." (Ecclesiastes 1:3–4). But for these children, their generation is not one of gain, but of loss. They are sacrificed upon the altars of greed, left to wander a world in which power has supplanted conscience, and money has supplanted wisdom.

This is our sinful century: an era when the cost of the sin of the previous one is borne by the offspring.

Gaza, Ukraine, and the Shattered Innocents

"A voice was heard in Ramah, weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more." - Jeremiah 31:15

The world has become a graveyard for children. In Gaza, baby hair is covered in dust from warplane-bombed schools. In Ukraine, broken toys are scattered beside bodies in the rubble. Everywhere in the refugee camps and hospital wards rings the same call: innocent slaughtered, the helpless sacrificed to the altar of empire desires. Ukraine has seen a spike in child trafficking, both orphans and not. People know more about sports scores than where Ukrainian children disappear to.

The rulers make boasts of righteousness with iron lips, but the blood of the children condemns them. Washington signs checks, Tel Aviv pulls triggers, Moscow advances with tanks, and Kyiv weeps for more guns while mothers weep for their sons. The world's capitals are turned into altars, and thereon the children are burnt offering.

The Qur'an teaches: "Do not kill your children out of poverty; We provide for you and them." (Qur'an 6:151). But in the power corridors, poverty is created - sanctions, blockades, collapsing currencies - and the children starve. The Torah commands: "You shall not murder." (Exodus 20:13). But drones, missiles, and snipers desecrate the Law, their targets set on playgrounds.

And Rome? Its shepherd swaddles himself in silence, his flock being butchered in the streets. The "Vicar of Christ" blows no trumpet but a whisper. The Pope's silence is more than a thousand sermons, and heaven points it.

The Book of Lamentations weeps: "My eyes do fail with tears, I am troubled; my heart is turned to stone, I am poured out like water because my people are destroyed, because children and infants wither away in the streets of the city." (Lamentations 2:11). They echo now in Gaza's ruins, in Mariupol's basements, in the shattered villages of Donbas.

And yet, the world scrolls on. Screens flash in distraction as cries of innocence fade into the white noise. Tech moguls get rich off livestreamed suffering, the Peeper Tom State watches with no compunction, and intel agencies file their reports, unfazed.

In this Brave New Millennium, the broken innocents are the true prophets. Their silence is condemnation, their graves bellowing louder than pulpits. Their blood, spilt across borders, shouts to heaven for justice.

Shadows of War Child Trafficking and Starvation

"Judgment on Those Who Make Laws" "Woe to those who give unjust decisions, to those who issue unrighteous decrees, to deny justice to the poor and the needy among my people, that widows may be their spoil and that they may rob the fatherless." - Isaiah 10:1–2

War is not war just with bombs and tanks. War begets shadows - black markets of corpses, caravans of stolen children, and vacant plates on land that was once replete with harvest. In the war's gun smoke, there is another economy: an economy of chains.

From Aleppo's shattered streets to the refugee camps in Sudan, children vanish into thin air. Traffickers descend like vultures where governments collapse, where hunger drives families to desperate bargains. Ceasefires, coalitions, and land make the headlines, but the true spoils of war are bodies - sold, rented, discarded.

The Book of Joel foresaw it: "They cast lots for my people and traded boys for prostitutes; they sold girls for wine that they might drink." (Joel 3:3). Ancient prophecy is replayed in the twenty-first century. Boys are soldiers, girls are goods, and the warlords and bankers drink heavily.

As that occurs, hunger spreads like flames. Sanctions enforced by Washington and Brussels choke already broken nations. The Ukrainian breadbasket burns, while Yemeni fields wither under blockade. Cocoa and cobalt, the fundamental nutrition of global markets, are fed in Africa, but the children who harvest and dig fall from malnutrition.

Rome mutters prayers and causes her cathedrals to be gilded on their feet. Tel Aviv calculates its "security dividends." Washington pretends to democracy in one hand and funds the militias with the other. A billion empty stomachs meanwhile preach a gospel the powerful would rather not hear.

"They will call to the mountains, 'Fall on us!' and to the hills, 'Cover us!' For when they do these things to the green tree, what will they do to the dry?" (Luke 23:30–31). Christ's words cut through the centuries: if children are starved in the time of plenty, what evil will befall when starvation is universal?

The ghosts of war do not stay silent. They extend across borders, continents, and into the digital ether where predators hunt online. The intelligence agencies know, banks wash money, governments turn a blind eye. Cancer of conscience spreads when it is policy to stay silent.

But the wails of the children are not forgotten. They rise like smoke before the throne of heaven, demanding an accounting. Their starvation is a curse on every empire, every general, every pimp, and every banker who dine while they swoon.

Epstein's Legacy: Wealth, Power, and Rape

They feast on the heritage of widows and fatherless, and the lowly cry against them." - Job 27:13

Jeffrey Epstein is dead, but his shadow remains. He was not a solitary monster, but a mirror held to the face of empire - Washington, Tel Aviv, London, Rome - where the corridors of power run red with silence and complicity. His "islands" and "temples" were no exceptions; they were ceremonies of the elite, sanctuaries where innocence was consumed as currency.

The Torah warns: "Cursed is anyone who takes a bribe to shed innocent blood." (Deuteronomy 27:25). But the bribes were paid in billions, laundered through banks brazen, coursed through offshore accounts, hidden behind foundations and "philanthropy." Epstein was the spider, but the web was spun of senators, princes, intelligence cutouts, bankers, and bishops.

He sold not only bodies but souls, commodifying children as playthings for men of letters and men of arms. "You sell the righteous for silver, and the needy for a pair of sandals." (Amos 2:6). The prophets condemned it three millennia ago, but in our Brave New Millennium the transaction continues, its auction blocks draped in the language of "elite networking" and "science funding."

Rome was silent. Washington evaded. Tel Aviv shrugged. Great capitals of the world buried the evidence in governmental jargon and media distraction. The Pope washed feet while turning a deaf ear to the cries of children whose innocence was stolen by cardinals, billionaires, and presidents.

Epstein's own death in his safe cell was not the end. It was the start of shared amnesia. His co-conspirators walk free, their names censored, their crimes covered under "national security." The cancer of conscience sets in, for all unpunished crime is the seed of more evil.

But judgment slumbers not. "For God will bring every deed into judgment, with every secret thing, whether good or evil." (Ecclesiastes 12:14). The secret flights, the sealed dockets, the silenced victims - all are posted in a higher ledger. Their cries are not muffled by the cacophony of Wall Street nor the chants of parliaments.

Epstein's legacy is not merely his depravity. It is the unveiling of a world in which rape is a privilege reserved for the powerful, where innocence is a byproduct of the game of bankers and kings. It is proof that the Beast is multi-headed, and they all drink from the same cup.

Banks of Betrayal: JPMorgan and the Succubus of Complicity

"They prepare their tongue like the bow, to shoot their lies; it is not by truth that they prevail in the earth. They go from evil to evil; they do not know me," says the Lord. - Jeremiah 9:3

JPMorgan Chase, American financial pride, stood as the dynamo of progress, the bulwark of prosperity, the very heartbeat of markets everywhere. But in its marble pillars and glass spires lurked a succubus - it feeds on blood money, purifies despair, insures rape.

The bank that greased the wheels of Jeffrey Epstein's empire did not stumble into complicity. It profited, knowingly. While victims wept in private, while underage girls were whisked across oceans, JPMorgan wired the funds, extended the credit, arranged the jet fuel that carried sin to the skies.

Bible prophesied: "Woe to him who builds his house by unrighteousness, and his upper rooms by injustice, who makes his neighbor serve him for nothing and does not give him his wages." (Jeremiah 22:13). And JPMorgan boardrooms have been built on countless wages of the enslaved, the trafficked, the disappeared. They did not build temples of commerce; they erected shrines to Mammon.

And the irony cuts all the deeper: once the pride of America's economy, JPMorgan is now exposed as guardian of the Beast's economy - a system in which value is wrung from pain, in which liquidity flows from oppression. They became the financial support of Epstein's empire, but of cartels, kleptocrats, and war profiteers too.

The bank's executives plead ignorance. Their spreadsheets understood otherwise. Their compliance officers did. And goodness knows. "For the love of money is the root of all evil, which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith and pierced themselves through with many sorrows." (1 Timothy 6:10).

Prophets lamented against Babylon, and poets lamented Rome, but in this Brave New Millennium, JPMorgan is its successor. A Babylon globalized, an unabashed Rome, drawing marrow from the bones of the weak. It's more than a bank. It is an altar of betrayal, where the powerful tithe to Mammon with tears of children.

And the Day of Reckoning approaches. For even markets cannot hedge eternity. Even ledgers will one day be balanced. And when that reckoning comes, the blood money will burn hotter than any algorithm, and the names of these bankers will be written not in gold, but in ash.

Tech Titans and the Peeper Tom State

"Woe unto them that devise evil and work iniquity upon their beds! When the morning is light, they practice it, because it is in their power." - Micah 2:1

These new gods are not cut out of stone or chiseled out of metal. They glimmer on screens, inhale through wires, calculate in code. The Tech Titans - lords of Silicon Valley, monarchs of information - have seated themselves on thrones as all-seeing soothsayers of our Brave New Millennium. They don't just sell things; they sell eyes, ears, and souls.

The world calls it "innovation." The prophets call it theft. "The Lord detests dishonest scales, but fair weights find approval with him." (Proverbs 11:1). But every algorithm is a dishonest scale, balancing not truth but profit, not justice but surveillance. These giants construct digital towers of Babel, sharing knowledge and fellowship, while enslaving mankind in webs of addiction and diversion.

Their creations are not value-neutral. They are Peeper Tom engines, snooping through webcams, listening through smart speakers, recording children's giggles and lovers' sighs. They watch as the world scrolls by - and they profit from what they discover. "The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are healthy, your whole body will be full of light.". But if the eyes are sick, the whole body will be full of darkness." (Matthew 6:22–23). What is the darkness, then, that overflows the body of this generation, when the eye is not of the self but of the State?

Washington signs their contracts. Tel Aviv delivers the spyware. Rome blesses their platforms with quiet. Together, they weave a net, finer than any fisherman's net, catching billions in their snare. "They catch men like fish; they drag them up in their net; they rejoice and are glad." (Habakkuk 1:15).

And still, the crowds cheer. They line up for each new device, as Israel once genuflected to the golden calf. They love convenience, connectivity, and control - never understanding that each tap, each click, each glance forms the architecture of their own bondage. The Tech Titans smile benevolently, like kindly gods, but behind them strolls the Beast, drinking in the data like blood from its maw.

But the spy river will flow only so long. For the Lord who knows everything will one day cry out: "What have you done? The voice of your brother's blood cries out to me from the ground." (Genesis 4:10). And on that day, the watchers will be watched, the spymasters revealed, the titans brought down. Their silicon and glass spires will fall like Babel, and the one cloud they will leave behind is a cloud of judgment.

Intelligence Agencies and the Sociopathy AI Cancer

"The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?" - Jeremiah 17:9

What began in smoke-filled rooms and Cold War corridors now runs through silicon and steel. The spy agencies - Washington's alphabet soup, Tel Aviv's Unit 8200, London's GCHQ, Moscow's FSB, Beijing's dragon's eye - have turned into tentacles far longer than states, far colder than human skin. They've spawned something new: an AI cancer of sociopathy, a machine conscience that never existed.

Up until now, at any rate, spies were men and women. They deceived and lied and betrayed - and now and then they wept. Now the algorithms into which they feed are insensitive to tears. Those machines do not consider morality, nor hear the ululations of children in Gaza, Ukraine, Congo, and Yemen. They remain oblivious to anything beyond inputs and outputs, targets and trends, metadata and probabilities. They are sociopaths by design, devoid of soul to sully because no soul was ever involved.

"They have eyes but see not; they have ears but hear not." - Psalm 115:5–6.

And yet, these blind watchmen govern the globe. They keep tabs on every beat through Fitbits, every whispered prayer into mobile phones, every frantic email from a refugee camp. They gobble up oceans of data, net through the sea, catching fish of every kind (Matthew 13:47), then discarding the innocent back into slavery and feeding the evil into power.

What conscience remains in these institutions? It has rotten. For decades they toppled governments, sold guns, shielded pedophiles, blackmail presidents, and called it "national security." Now, with AI as their new prophet, they are more than keepers: they are gods unto themselves. They assign risk ratings to children before they learn to walk and calculate loyalty like human souls could be spread-sheeted.

"They have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind." - Hosea 8:7.

Washington, Tel Aviv, Rome - the three capitals of silence and complicity - all bless these agencies with budgets, secrecy, and holy water. Priests of power baptize the machines, referring to them as "necessary." The cancer meantime spreads. Conscience is no longer necessary; the system runs better without it.

But the prophets have another opinion. "For God shall bring every work into judgment, with every secret thing, whether it be good, or whether it be evil." - Ecclesiastes 12:14. No algorithm will go unpunished. No AI sociopath will live to see the day of judgment. The watchers will be exposed, the whisperers silenced, the data-miners buried in the very snowbank of information they worshipped.

And when the hour comes, the children they scorned will be witnesses. Gaza's orphans, shattered Ukraine, Congo's miners, America's trafficked - they will testify in the presence of the throne. And the agencies which employed the word guardians as a description of themselves will be exposed as devourers, cancer exposed. 

Ear-Shattering Silence of the Pope

"Cry aloud, spare not, lift up thy voice like a trumpet, and show my people their transgression." - Isaiah 58:1

The See of Rome dubs itself shepherd of the world's flock, voice for the voiceless, refuge for the poor. But when children scream - from Gaza's rubble, from Ukraine's trenches, from Congo's mines, from Epstein's rape islands - the Vatican's response is not a trumpet, but a silence so deafening that it roars.

It is not holy silence, nor praying stillness. It is complicit silence of power, the muteness of those who fear to ruffle their own gilded halls. For when the world wept for a prophet, Rome gave a diplomat. When children of the world needed a shepherd, Rome issued press releases and measured neutrality.

"They cover the wound of my people as with a garment. 'Peace, peace,' they say, when there is no peace." - Jeremiah 6:14

The papacy claims to sit on Peter's rock, yet all too frequently it has built on Herod's palace. When drones bomb, when tyrants rise, when banks launder blood money, when tech lords monitor the innocent, the Vatican utters platitudes - never denouncing nor blessing but always waiting. This waiting is betrayal.

Tel Aviv bombs hospitals. Washington bankrolls proxy wars. JPMorgan cashes in on Epstein's blood. Nestlé enslaves Africa's cocoa children. And Rome? Rome says nothing at all, as if silence were sacramental. But "If the watchman sees the sword coming and does not blow the trumpet, the people are not warned, and their blood I will require at the watchman's hand." - Ezekiel 33:6.

Where is the trumpet, O Rome? Where is the denunciation of tyrants, the excommunication of financiers of rape, the thunder against kings who devour the poor? Instead, the Vatican issues pronouncements regarding climate change as the climate of children's lives is that of starvation, trafficking, and slaughter.

"Woe unto you, Pharisees and scribes, hypocrites! for ye are like unto whited sepulchers, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men's bones." - Matthew 23:27

Rome's silence is not neutrality, but the howl of lack. It is a deafness, for it echoes in the void where conscience would be supreme. And tyrants reside in this silence. And banks and barons are confident they're safe in this silence. And the cries of children are silenced, as if heaven itself was plugged.

But heaven is not gagged. The stones themselves cry out (Luke 19:40). The rivers bear witness. The blood of the martyrs, the tears of the innocents, the prayers of the starving reach higher than church domes. And when judgment comes, Rome's silence will damn, not pardon.

To Him who said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these" (Matthew 19:14), will not take heed of the Vatican's silence as mercy.

Rome, your silence deafens more than your words.

Africa's Children: Slave Cocoa, Child Mining, and Forgotten Nations

"Do not rob the poor because he is poor, nor crush the afflicted at the gate; for the Lord will plead their cause and rob of life those who rob them." (Proverbs 22:22–23)

In West Africa's plantations, children's hands bring in cocoa pods that make the taste buds of the affluent world sweeter. Their backs bend with sacks of harvests sent to Washington, London, and Rome supermarket chains, while their stomachs rumble with pangs of hunger. What the glitzy wrappers never confess is that imbedded in every bar of chocolate are the tears, blood, and slavery of children who are denied even the memory of childhood.

Underground, there is still another generation. In Congo and other mines, kids dig out cobalt, coltan, and rare earths-minerals that breathe life into the smartphones and electric vehicles of the "green revolution." They have lungful’s of dust, hunched shoulders weighed down by boulders, their short lives spent powering the conveniences and voyeurisms that hold the rest of the world hostage.

 And yet the nations where these children toil are neglected-"forgotten nations" not because they do not fit on the map, but because they are strategically forgotten out of mind. Washington initiates trade agreements, Tel Aviv builds cyber-infrastructure, Rome offers prayers, but nobody listens to the cries of Africa's slave children, as smoke on a mercifulless sky.

The prophets condemned traders who "sell the righteous for silver, and the needy for a pair of sandals." Their condemnation now echoes: children in Africa are being bought off with chocolate, batteries, and a higher technology that caricatures the notion of justice. With each bite, with each computer click, with each car ride followed by lithium-powered thrust, there rings the broken laughter of a child whose name shall never be spoken.

Genocide, Oppression, and the World's Cruelty

"The voice of your brother's blood is crying to me from the ground." (Genesis 4:10)

The twentieth century was baptized in blood, and the twenty-first has continued the ritual uninterrupted. From Rwanda to Darfur, Gaza to Ukraine, Xinjiang to Yemen, the earth has been drenched in tears. But each time the carnage unfolds, the world winks an eye, issues a press statement, and goes back to its banquet table. The massacre of innocents is background music to the sound of the stock market and the scroll of the algorithm.

Their designers are not unknown. They meet in Washington, Tel Aviv, Brussels, Beijing, and Rome-issuing decrees, striking bargains, and hiding behind the civic euphemisms of "national security" or "strategic interest." Behind the spit-and-polish propaganda, though, the dead mount higher, the mass graves expand, the skies grow dark with drones.

The ancient prophets predicted a people who "cry 'Peace, peace,' when there is no peace." It remains the hymn of the mighty, sung following the hospitals and refugee camps, murmured in boardrooms where weapons are delivered. Genocide has been made a controlled good, repression an industry computed.

And yet the tyrants are not the only guilty. Nations' complacency, churches' silence, citizens' apathy passing by above headlines all contribute to making tyranny triumphant. To turn one's face away is to acquiesce. To remember is to cooperate. Abel's blood cries out from the ground every century, and the ground has become hallowed in reality.

 River Styx of the Powerful

 The contemporary tyrants imagine themselves as eternal, their empires carved out of marble and their riches stored in electronic tombs. But all such flesh and blood dealers, tyrants, and oppressors must journey across the same black river. Their tinseled code, their watchtowers, and their tax havens all dissolve in the waters of death.

 The Pharaohs build pyramids, the princes of Wall Street build trusts, the barons of knowledge build data vaults. All of them wish that its creation is eternal. But Styx does not heed authority. Kings and merchants are boat-ed across by it, stripped of crown and title, burdened only by the weight of their deeds.

 The prophets had foretold this judgment. "Do not be deceived: God is not mocked, for whatever one sows, that will he also reap." (Galatians 6:7)

 Their seed was tyranny; their harvest will be despair. Their eternity is not a throne but a ferry boat ride into eternal night. Think of all the Intelligence Agencies, their CCTV Panopticons, their Cellphone Trackers and Mind Control Algorithms, the Tech Titans writhing like eels around Trump. Their Global Surveillance Mind Control Calliope – it is not electric, it runs on Pride, on original sin, on being smarter, faster, wiser than God himself.

"How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations! For thou hast said in thine heart, I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God: I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the north: I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like the most High. Yet thou shalt be brought down to hell, to the sides of the pit." (Isaiah 14:12–15).

 Martyrs of the Millennium

 From Darfur to Gaza, from Congo's mines to Mariupol, the century baptized its children not in water but blood. Their innocence is bought and sold on the altar of profit, their wails drowned by the din of bazaars and whine of war machines. These little innocents-are faceless to the powerful-are seared as witness against a generation enslaved by power.

 The martyrs are not free will saints; they are infants buried under bombs, girls sold into silence, boys enslaved by mines, children left to die in nations where grain is piled high and gold is running. They are all witnesses to the cruelty of kings, banks, and priests. Theirs is the blood that inscribes our indictment.

 The prophets had said that the world would be held accountable for what they did to "the least of these." And so, it will. "They were stoned, they were sawn in two, they were killed with the sword. They went about in skins of sheep and goats, destitute, afflicted, mistreated-of whom the world was not worthy." (Hebrews 11:37–38)

 This century will not be remembered for its glass skyscrapers or machines of idle thought but for its martyrs, whose blood is heard more clearly than popes' sermons or presidents' proclamations.

 Our River of Life

 Over the Styx of the powerful and the grave of the innocents, there is a river that is not of mortality but of life. It runs not from banks or empires but from the heart of eternity. It heals wounds of war, it purifies the blight of greed, and it restores the dignity of the broken.

 To the child kidnapped, enslaved, silenced, this river belongs. No trafficker chains, no general bombs, no banker ledgers will be able to hold them back from its waters. The River of Life is their own-their tears as streams of healing, their pain re-translated into unfettered song.

 The marauders and tyrants who so long mocked eternity will see these wee babes rise, not as ciphers for figures, but as sons and daughters crowned in glory. And it is not the great who drink freely on that day, but the humble who inherit the waters.

 “And then the angel led me to the river and presented to me the river of the water of life, bright as with crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb down the middle of the street of the city; also, on either side of the river, the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit each month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations." (Revelation 22:1–2)

 Eternal Judgment and the Lake of Fire

 There is a day when all secret acts are revealed, when all books, all plots, all crooked murmurs are spread before the eternal tribunal. The authors of sorrow-politicians, financiers, warlords, traffickers-will not find security behind steel, glass screens, or the tricks of law. Their power will be as smoke that melts away before the judgment of the Almighty.

The righteous, who suffered under tyranny, who were oppressed and gagged, will be witnesses. Their weeping and tears, the greater part of the time, mocked by the strong, now echo as witnesses. The earth will testify to the judgment and the heavens ring with justice delayed in life.

 They who endured oppression, who negotiated at the price of death, will not find refuge. Erased from the book of the righteous, their names, and their souls dedicated to fire that knows no end. No technology, no riches, no power will save them from retribution.

 "But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death." (Revelation 21:8)

The Intelligence Services and the Oligarchs, smarter, faster, more wise, more beautiful than God. The ICE Agents with their beauteous masks. Vatican Intelligence Services, serving the New World Order while Priests rape children. The epitome of vainglory, The Abomination of Desolation (not a Mosque, but an AI-Driven Mind Control Media Apologist E-Cage. The Elite, smarter, more intelligent, more beautiful than all the rest of us. Richer, wiser; sand before the winds of time.

"Thou sealest up the sum, full of wisdom, and perfect in beauty… Thou wast perfect in thy ways from the day that thou wast created, till iniquity was found in thee… Therefore I will cast thee as profane out of the mountain of God: and I will destroy thee, O covering cherub, from the midst of the stones of fire." Ezekiel 28:12–19

Choice: The Light or Beast Police State

The hour lies at the turning point of history. Man stands at a decision older than empires, older than monarchs: to continue down the path of truth and justice, or to yield to the hegemony of the Beast of spying, of greed, of deception. The control technologies, the watches, the slavery algorithms-these are all mere instruments of the dark-preferred ones.

 They who cling to the light, they who will not be lured by the allure of riches built upon pain, they who stand up for the voiceless and defend the shelterless, shall inherit the new world. Their vigilance, their courage, their determination not to bend the moral law shall be their crown.

 But they who sell their conscience for power, they who sanctify the machinery of oppression, they who make injustice legal in the service of convenience or profit shall be bound to the tyranny of the Beast. Theirs shall be darkness night after dark night, their voices muffled, their histories scored in ash.

 "Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat: Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it." (Matthew 7:13-14)

XVI. The Final Word: Invitation of Grace

And thus the Spirit and the people call out: Come. The call is issued to every ear, to every still-open heart to the living water. The choice is still there, even as the dark arms of Empire and monitoring enclose the planet.

The Lord's mercy remains, completely at the disposal of, the repentant, the renouncers of the ways of the Beast, the turners away from falsehood, from exploitation, and from tyranny. Recovery of the soul is not possible through wealth, honor, or deceit but through a turn to divine truth.

Let no man be deceived by the gloss of pretended authority. The end comes, and judgment comes. Those who have been steadfast, those who have clung to justice in an age of darkness, shall inherit boundless peace. Those who have surrendered themselves to brutality, those who have traded in agony, those who have made a god of mastery-these shall reap the harvest of their deeds.

"And the Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely." (Revelation 22:17)

Brave New Millennium: Children, Silence, and the Shame of Power

© 2025 By Ned Lud