ope Pius XIII stood in the doorway of David Hill’s office, cassock immaculate, eyes sharp with that calm authority that made even silence feel like a command.
“David,” he said, almost gently, “holiness does not keep banker’s hours.”
David glanced at the clock on his wall. “It’s the weekend, Holy Father.”
The Pope nodded. “Exactly. When the world rests, the conscience wakes.” He stepped inside, running a finger along a stack of unfinished drafts. “Your page—your words—are not ready yet. You will stay. You will work. And you will listen.”
David sighed, half-smiling despite himself. “You really think a page can change anything?”
Pius XIII met his eyes. “Every page is a confession. Every sentence chooses a side.” He turned to leave, then paused, a rare warmth breaking through his severity. “Mi casa es su casa.”
David laughed softly as the door closed. Alone again, he sat back down, opened his notebook, and began to write—aware now that the weekend had never truly belonged to him in the first place.
Queen is just tabloid figurine despite David Icke’s claims…She’s avoiding assassins by not having much to say.
“Her Majesty”
Her Majesty’s a pretty nice girl
But she doesn’t have a lot to say
Her Majesty’s a pretty nice girl
But she changes from day to day
I want to tell her that I love her a lot
But I gotta get a bellyful of wine
Her Majesty’s a pretty nice girl
Someday I’m going to make her mine, oh yeah
Someday I’m going to make her mine
Queen Elizabeth is innocent…it’s her rotten apple cousins in the illuminati that are to blame
illuminati omerta…a code of silence
Hurley is better Queen E
there is a future
David Hill:
, I do hereby knight thee into the Honorable Order of St. George. Arise knight and be recognized.