Rome, how deep your sins,
you carry yourself aloft;
but are full of death.

Heavy is My heart for you, O bride bettothed; who have taken into her cup the blood of every Christian martyr; but you spew forth bile from your throat, and have become a bride to Satan.

Heavy is My heart for you, O daughter of Jerusalem; where in I put My beloved daughter. Yet you rejected her by your own lips, rejected My Treasured Daughter, Lucretia.

Heavy is My heart for you, O diadem of diadems, beloved crown of The Blessed Virgin Mother; who takes her blessing in, but gives nothing of value in return.

I have watched and seen you, O Rome; watched how you pluck out the eyes of My children, blinding them to the beauty of My Son’s Sorrowful Passion. In the name of My Son, you turn them away from him and against him; then you turn to Me and ask pardon. For had you asked pardon, I would forgive you; but instead, you slither under the beds of children as they sleep, robbing them of faith, hope, and charity.

O, Rome, who builds up towers, great cathedrals; and does nothing to fortify them against My Enemy. You hand these to him, for you do nothing to protect them; and all the children within them, you give into the maw of demons.

Few are numbered who wage war to protect My flocks; but you, O Rome, set up wolves as stewards over them.

Deep is the wound of Rome within My heart; deep the cut of Roman priests; their inheritance is for their tongue, with which they murdered My Son.

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Father of all goodness, my God; I ask in the name of Your Son, Jesus who is called, “The Christ,” I ask, Father, Husband, You have seen Rome; now, please, turn Your gaze to Asia. Untouched by The Gospel, only lightly touched by Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John; turn Your gaze, Father, upon her; and by the power of Your Divine Mercy, present in the blood & water of Christ, O Father, shift the tide; Father; and let The Gospel there be preached unlike in The West; not with the tongue, but with the heart.

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