the pope, watching bidens tortured form, remembered the meeting theyd had not so long ago. biden had come to the vatican, bearing a gift, a 100-year-old handspun cloak with a bible verse, colossians 3:13, inscribed, "forgive as the lord forgave you." but now, as bidens eye poured blood, it seemed that forgiveness was far from reach. the pope muttered a prayer, clutching the fratelli tutti, the very document he had once given biden as a gesture of fraternity . bidens body convulsed violently, slamming against the marble floor with a sickening thud. the room shook, and the blood from his eye splattered against the crucifix above him. there will be no peace! he screamed, his voice no longer his own. it was guttural, otherworldly. blood! poison! there will be nothing but blood! the echoes of trumps words from months past seemed to weave into the presidents ravings, creating a twisted symphony of rage and terror. i warned you of the bloodbath. now its here. its always been here! i am the bloodbath! the pope stepped forward, whispering a prayer, but biden's laughtercold, bitter, and inhumanfilled the chamber. his face contorted into a grimace as he spat blood onto the sacred ground. "they said i should be denied communion...denied..." bidens voice trailed off before erupting again, his words a jumble of scripture and blasphemy. you think you can deny me? the blood is already here, in your hands. its on all of you.
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