The Countess who gets to the bottom of the truth and empties in the process Loch Ness : Mother Superior's Doomsday Clock: 3. "Chain letters?" 'I want justice for Cain, as he has Abel not slain', by Sigrid Countess von Galen

Mother Superior's Doomsday Clock:

3. "Chain letters?" 'I want justice for Cain, as he has Abel not slain',

by Sigrid Countess von Galen

A chain letter is a letter that was also blamed on Cain but it remains to be seen, when presented are the facts before the Heavenly Judgment Court of many a heresy about the original holy family, whether God is keen to have symbolically the liars and unholy friars for their heresy slain, as once too often they put on a most holy soul again somebody else' character stain to bring purposefully about the false blame and shame on a holy family that is now finally clearing for all its incarnations in all nations its eternal holy name.

And then over from Rome to Dover and elsewhere is everywhere the heretics five minute fame. And in their own devil's den left behind they must bury their dead themselves and there will be only their bullshit left in their bookshelves to clear up by them,

and as every of their members of their covenants of twelves thinks the others are plem-plem they order at each other from then on their every murderious hit, whilst Jesus Christ's flock takes all over the world of corruption and crimes stock and exposes even gene-manipulated tuna-flakes and mutilated wedding cakes, as nobody anymore in God's empire unpunishedly porkypies of lies by spies bakes.

And all are accountable and loose their diplomatic immunity, even in their so far immune from prosecution believed community -
that is, what happens, when every major domus builds on sand - he does with nothing in his own mud, when the rain comes again lands, and wonders, why he had in the first place any objections to the eternal wedding bands and the true story of Adam and Eve -

and then, he remembers that he wanted to be the firstborn but never take up the responsibility and so he is forever in his own little world as his own clown forlorn and has only left every stained and desecrated gown that has his high treason and mercilessness shown and then, it will be too late all his sins to confess, as God simply has left him with his own mess.

And that applies also to many a female majoress and some queens called Bess, who had to admit their every dead Catholic victim's body on their washing line that span the whole and back of Loch Ness.

And all the bullets from their unregistered royal guns might suddenly be served in their red mullets on the occasion of a lunch cooked by a peacefully converted Hun,who the blood brother path deserted and has had enough of hearing about artificial blackholes and having to explain to his daughter's mother and to his daughter,

whom he almost himself put to the slaughter, why he was dressed in fine linen and luxury amongst spies, whilst he lied to her about his credit crunch and had against them an eternal hunch. As he had belonged to a most nasty killerfish bunch,

who do holy souls not only at night munch.
Beware of those, who try to recruit you in twelves, as Jesus Christ never had as many friends but they all wanted to cash in even through threatening chain letters on their acquaitance with the Holy Rose.

Klar wie faule Klossbruehe a la Benedictine, More of Mother Superior's Tweets, and she doesn't care, when liars and unholy nuns and friars at her stare in the streets, as she none of them anymore greets and returns their own stones each back to their shore!

By Sigrid Countess von Galen

Tweets

Na, Herr Kardinal, nun sagen Sie doch schon endlich - waren Sie ein Opfer oder ein Uebeltaeter hoechster Rangordnung? Aber antworten muessens uns schon, denn sonst schickt Sie Gott zur Strafe mit Ihren Opfern als Straftaeter in Ihr ewiges Jammertal! Und da gibt es nicht mehr Damen- und Herrenwahl, sondern da wacht Gott und nicht Ihr ehemaliger Boss genauestens als Sein eigener Oberaufseher zur Rationierung und Eliminierung von weiterer Korruption ueber die genaue Zahl der verdammten Verbrecher, und Sie bleiben fuer die Ewigkeit, denn Sie haben es offen gelassen bis zuletzt und die Heiligkeit der Schwachen und Armen verletzt und Ihre Freunde an Gottes Feinde verpetzt und absichtlich heilige Seelen aus Ihrer Kirche vergretzt und sich mit den Feinden in allen Gemeinden von Jesus Christus und Maria Magdalenas heiliger Ehe vernetzt und denen noch Hoechstpreise fuer Trophaen aus deren Zimmer und Ehefirche geboten. Ich Sie nie verstehe, und Sie haben keine Macht, auch wenn Sie noch so lange anstarren meine Zehe und verfluchen meine Wehe. Ich schon laengst nicht mehr in eines Ihrer gottverlassenen Bunker gehe.

Ein Oberhirte, der erlaubt, dass Schafe selbst im Schlafe gerissen werden, hat nichts zu suchen unter Jesus Christus Schafherden, und gegen den donnert es nicht nur beim Juengsten Gericht voller Beschwerden, und darum wird Gott nun vorstellen dessen jedes Geheimgesellschaftsgesicht,und dann wird Gott ihn auch mit des falschen Hirten Abneigung gegen die wahren Yehuden ueberfuehren, die Jesus Christus schuetzen in ihren bescheidenen Buden, und die Erde erbeben lassen mit Zorn, denn einmal zu oft hat der auch versucht, den Aramaern anzuhaengen der babylonischen Hure Dorn. Und auf seiner eigenen Geheimgesellschaftsschwarzliste ist ein jeder zukuenftige Kandidat fuer Oberhirte auch schon zum x-ten Mal, und hat genug vom Lug und Betrug international und schickt nun lieber endgueltig auch sein Glas mit gefuellt mit Dom Benedictine und faule Eier a la Benedict als Goetzenrelikt in sein ewiges schwarzes hasserfuelltes Jammertal - wer ist das, Herr Kardinal? Na, raten Sie mal.