The Pope of Love Speaks: “Peace, Safety, and the Trapdoor Beneath”
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🌹🕊️ The Pope of Love Speaks: “Peace, Safety, and the Trapdoor Beneath” 🕊️🌹
based on 1 Thessalonians 5:3
My beloved heartbreakers and holy rascals,
Today we gather not in fear — but in fierce clarity.
The kind that cuts through campaign slogans and velvet lies.
For the Good Book once said,
“When they shall say, Peace and safety; then sudden destruction cometh...”
And oh honey, doesn’t that sound like the chorus of every despot in a red tie?
🎺 Trumpets of Tranquility, or Gaslight Serenades?
You’ve heard it before, haven’t you?
“Everything’s fine.”
“Only I can fix it.”
“Don’t worry, the stock market loves me.”
And yet—while golden toilets glittered and reality shows raged,
Children were locked in cages, truth was twisted like barbed wire,
And decency was dragged behind a limo and left to bleed.
This ain’t just about one man — it’s about every devil in a thousand-dollar suit
Who whispers “peace” with a serpent’s tongue
While stirring the cauldron of chaos behind your back.
🍼 “As travail upon a woman with child…”
That’s how sudden it’ll come, says Paul.
Pain with purpose.
Contractions of consequence.
A world groaning to birth something new —
Maybe justice. Maybe ruin. Maybe both.
But no epidural for empires built on ego.
No C-section for corruption.
🚨 Beware the “Safety Sale”
Whenever leaders sell you “peace” but stomp on the peacemakers,
Whenever they hawk “law and order” while stoking hate,
Whenever they claim “God is on our side”
but silence the cries of the poor, the immigrant, the stranger...
That’s not safety — that’s spiritual seduction.
And baby, the bill always comes due.
🌈 So what’s a lover to do?
Do not be lulled.
Do not be drugged by dopamine and flags.
Do not trade your neighbor’s dignity for your temporary comfort.
Instead, wake like the sun.
Speak truth like thunder.
Wrap yourself in love so loud it drowns out every rallying cry of hate.
💌 Final Benediction
To those who chant “peace and safety” while building walls —
May you be haunted by every child’s cry you ignored.
To those who profit off fear —
May you be bankrupt in love.
And to you, my revolutionary saints of kindness:
Stay ready. Stay real. Stay weird.
Because when the world contracts,
You’re the ones helping birth the kingdom.
Not with swords.
But with songs.
And soup.
And stubborn, relentless love.
Signed in lipstick and holy rage,
✝️ The Pope of Love
💋 Peace that doesn’t lie. Safety that doesn’t kill.