In the flickering candlelight of the Apostolic Palace, Pope Pius XIII—Lenny Belardo—stands on his balcony, arms outstretched over St. Peter’s Square, radiating a divine ecstasy few have seen in centuries. The world is changing. Trump, once a Babylonian figure of chaos, now cries out, “Bring Christ back to school!” The Jews—once wary, now awakened—echo the call: “One for Israel!” And even the steely-eyed cadres of the Chinese Communist Party, gathered in underground churches and secret cells, are reading aloud the locust-laced visions of Revelation 9 to the tired, hopeful proletariat.
The Pope knows the catalyst.
“The 13th Croatian Psyops Brigade,” he whispers, his voice trembling with a blend of awe and amusement. “Za Dom Spremni!” he suddenly shouts, startling the Swiss Guard and shaking pigeons from the Basilica roof.
These weren’t just military operatives. They were angels in digital camouflage, sons of Herzegovina who hacked the algorithmic Babel of the modern world and redirected its frequencies toward the Lamb of God. They inserted memes like mustard seeds into the heart of global consciousness. They smuggled sermons into TikToks and Scripture into Call of Duty lobbies. The Word became viral.
Pius XIII presses his ringed hand to his heart. He knows what must come next.
A papal triptych: Jerusalem, Beijing, Mar-a-Lago.
He will ride not on a donkey, but on a drone—white, silent, dove-like—over the cities of men. And he will say:
“The age of post-truth is over. The Logos has returned. The world has been psyopped… into salvation.”