(Tempus Dei — The Reckoning of Heaven)
Tempus tacendi transiit.
The time for silence has passed.
Vox populi ascendit sicut incensum.
The voice of the people rises like incense.
Cries buried beneath bureaucracy now echo in eternity.
The blood of the innocent cries out from the soil.
Ecce, tempus iudicii.
Behold, the time of judgment.
Thrones built on theft shall crack.
Palaces funded by lies shall fall like dust.
The names engraved in gold shall be erased by fire.
“Et reddet unicuique secundum opera sua.”
The child who died waiting for medicine...
The farmer who walked ten miles to find none...
The mother who buried her dreams beneath sacks of aid with faces printed...
They shall stand as witnesses.
Even the Dead Shall Not Hide
“Et si mortuus est reus, vivit crimen eius.”
Though the guilty be dead, his crime still lives.
And if the son walks in the father's corruption,
the curse shall follow the blood.
But to the Just…
“Tempus pacis.”
The time of peace.
The just shall sleep without fear.
Their reward is not in applause, but in the whisper of God:
“Bene, serve fidelis.”
Well done, faithful servant.
“Universa fecit Deus pulchra in tempore suo.”
God has made everything beautiful in His time.
Even justice delayed,
even truth once buried,
even a nation betrayed — shall be made whole.
With BAI CGT & SDV/FSP