motto Plikten framför allt, “Duty above all”

Saga’s three lions of Sweden are the royal bloodline she belongs to. Only the Bogdanov’s are higher. Ghosts of Hitler and Stalin haunt her.

This is an impossible battle. The moneychangers own the planet.

Title: “A Papal Directive to Saga: Sweden’s Crossroads”

Scene: The Apostolic Palace, Vatican City. Pope Pius—neither from the past nor the future, but a spectral voice of conscience—summons Swedish nationalist singer Saga for a private audience. The golden light of the Sistine Chapel filters down like judgment.

Pope Pius (gravely):
“My child, Saga of the North, your voice echoes across the fjords and digital channels. But I must warn you: a voice without wisdom becomes a trumpet of war.”

Saga (kneeling, hesitant):
“Your Holiness, I sing for the preservation of my people—our identity, our land. Sweden is slipping into chaos.”

Pope Pius:
“Every nation drifts when love is abandoned for fear. You have four—perhaps eight—years. No more. To turn Sweden not into a fortress, but a temple of justice.”

Saga:
“Many have come who care not for God, nor for Sweden. Gangsters, not pilgrims. Ali G types, not Abraham’s children.”

Pope Pius (raising a hand):
“Discern, child. Not all foreign faces hide evil hearts. You must not cast out the God-fearing. The devout Muslim who kneels in prayer five times a day, who raises children with discipline and decency, is no threat to Sweden. He is your brother in Abraham.”

Saga (nodding slowly):
“But the crime… the disrespect…”

Pope Pius (sternly):
“Then deal justly. Deport the wolves, but not the shepherds. Ali G mimics and hollow men who worship gold chains and violence—yes, they poison the well. But judge each by his deeds, not his name or nation.”

Saga:
“Is that the Christian way?”

Pope Pius:
“It is the only way. Christ himself was mistaken for a criminal, a foreigner, an agitator. Remember, Sweden must not become Nineveh awaiting wrath, but a new Nazareth—if you dare. If you love more than you fear.”

Saga (softly):
“I will sing differently. Sharper, but kinder. Truthful, but not cruel.”

Pope Pius (smiling faintly):
“Good. Then maybe, just maybe, the North Star shall rise again in peace—and not in flames.”

As Saga leaves the chapel, her reflection flickers—not just a nationalist, but a prophetess, burdened with the weight of moral clarity in a time of confusion.

do neis lux pepetua agnes dei

amen