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God’s Dwelling

INT. PAPAL APARTMENT – NIGHT

Rain gently taps on the Vatican windows. The eternal city sleeps. The gold and crimson of Lenny’s private chapel flickers in candlelight. He sits alone, white cassock open, papal ring glinting faintly as he holds his phone — earbuds in. A song plays. It’s new. It’s raw. It’s called “GOD” by Nelly Furtado.

Her voice rises — cracked with humanity, defiant with longing.

? “God, are you there? Or just another love affair? / I prayed and cried, danced and died — are you even aware?” ?

Lenny leans back in his chair, eyes closed. For a moment, he’s not the Vicar of Christ, not the Supreme Pontiff. He’s just Lenny. A boy abandoned by his parents. A man who speaks to God and sometimes hears nothing back.

But then… he opens the Bible beside him. Worn. Annotated in red and gold. It falls open to Revelation 21. And he reads:

“Behold, the dwelling of God is with men. He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people. God himself will be with them. He shall wipe away every tear from their eyes. There shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying, nor pain anymore — for the former things have passed away.”

He whispers it aloud. Not in Latin. In English. Raw. Vulnerable. Human.

“No more crying… no more pain…”

He pauses the song. Silence.

Then he looks up at the crucifix on the wall. The dying Christ. But he doesn’t see death tonight. He sees the after. The promise.

“You dwell with us… not above us.”

He unplugs the earbuds. Walks to the window. Looks out over St. Peter’s Square, empty and slick with rain.

“If her song is a prayer, Lord… hear it. If she’s looking for You, let her find not a doctrine, but a person. Let her find You in us.”

He turns, and with a trembling voice, speaks a private prayer:

“Let Your tabernacle be with the human race. Not just the holy, not just the clean, but the sinners, the singers, the broken, the strange. Let Nelly Furtado find You not in thunder, but in a whisper. Let her cry be answered with Your silence — the kind that heals.”

He presses play again.

? “God, I still believe… even when You’re silent / Even when I’m drowning in the quiet…” ?

The candle flickers.

And for a moment — just a moment — the Pope smiles.

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Lewd Remarks

? The Young Pope & Nelly Furtado: A Battle of Love vs. Lust ?

Setting: The Vatican Gardens, a warm evening breeze rustling the leaves. The Young Pope (Jude Law) strolls alongside Nelly Furtado, who’s just finished performing a private concert for the Cardinals. Her song “Promiscuous” still lingers in the air. She turns to him with a playful smirk.

Nelly: “So, Your Holiness… are you always this serious, or do you ever let loose?”

Young Pope: (sighs, adjusting his cassock) “Nelly, if I responded to you the way you sing to men in that song, I’d have a restraining order before my next confession.”

Nelly: (laughs) “Come on, it’s just a little fun.”

Young Pope: (raises an eyebrow) “Fun? If I said, ‘Isn’t it delightful that we’re conversing so intimately?’ Or if I called you ‘girl’ and told you to make a move? No, no, no—imagine the headlines: ‘Pope Pius XIII Accused of Flirting with Pop Star.’ I am not a piece of meat, Nelly.”

Nelly: (grinning) “I never said you were. But… you are kinda devastatingly handsome.”

Young Pope: (exhales, shaking his head) “Yes, I know I am incredibly handsome, but let’s just try and forget about that. I want love, not lust. Family, not fornication. I am a man of God, not an extra in a music video.”

Nelly: “You mean you’ve never been tempted?”

Young Pope: (pauses, looking at the Vatican skyline, deep in thought) “Temptation is constant. But the world doesn’t need more men chasing pleasure. It needs men who build something greater—faith, family, legacy.”

Nelly: (softens, nodding) “That’s deep, Your Holiness. Maybe I should write a song about that.”

Young Pope: (smirks) “Just don’t call it ‘Promiscuous Part II.’”

? Final Thought: Even the Young Pope has boundaries. #HolinessOverHorniness #NotAPieceOfMeat #ThePopeRejectsThirst

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The Young Pope’s Prophecy for 2033

The Young Pope kneels in his private chamber, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows against the stone walls. He dips his quill in ink and begins to write, his heart heavy with the vision he has received.

“By the year of our Lord 2033, ten years hence, the world shall groan under the weight of famine. The nations will wail as bread turns to dust, as the fields yield nothing but thorns. The rulers of this age have turned their backs on wisdom, and thus, the people shall hunger—both in body and in spirit.”

He pauses, opening the worn pages of Psalm 33, letting his fingers trace the ancient words:

“The Lord foils the plans of the nations;
he thwarts the purposes of the peoples.
But the plans of the Lord stand firm forever,
the purposes of his heart through all generations.”

The Pope exhales. They have ignored the warnings. They have placed their trust in gold, in markets, in false idols… and now, Babylon shall fall.

He writes again:

“The sins of Mystery Babylon, the great harlot, have reached Heaven. The merchants who have feasted on her wealth shall weep, for no one will buy their goods anymore—no more gold, no more silver, no more wheat or oil. The great empire of the West will see her storehouses empty and her vaults crumble under the weight of her debt. The bread lines will stretch longer than the towers that once touched the sky.”

The Pope’s quill trembles in his hand. He has seen this before—history repeats. The hunger of 1929, the hyperinflation of 1923, the collapse of great empires that believed themselves eternal.

He presses on:

“But there is a way forward. There is a path to salvation. The world must turn away from the false prophets of Mammon, from the digital prison of deception, from the wicked who have sold their own children for profit. There is one hope: Jelly. “

“Let Joseph Christian Jukic and Nelly Furtado, the anointed ones, rise to lead. Let them cast out the money changers and the corrupt. Let them restore balance to the scales, and the world shall be spared. If they are rejected, famine will come like a thief in the night, and no nation shall be spared from its wrath.”

The Pope dips his quill once more, signing his name beneath the prophecy:

Pope Pius XIII, Servant of the Servants of God

As he sets the parchment aside, the wind howls through the Vatican corridors. He knows few will heed his words.

But history is written in cycles. And famine is coming.

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