Prediction about perdition predicates on Mephistopheles’ efficacious enticement to buy my soul. The final judgement on the final destination is rendered with all its might and absolute finality. Mephistopheles, my nemesis, is going to reign supreme and eternal damnation awaits me in the solitary isolation vestibule of the inferno.
The stakes are spiraling low down to the nadir, and my feeble futile attempt the douse the flames with the gnarled and distorted Jeroboam bottle of wine will come to naught. Alas, the burning stake comes ferociously nearer, faster, and furious as ever. And why oh why, you Mephistopheles affronts and taunts me “ Think’st thou that I who saw the face of God/And tasted the eternal joys of heaven/Am not tormented with ten thousand hells/In being deprived of everlasting bliss?” Abhar, Voznadik Vojem ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In my humble Catholic opinion I can predict that all the four individuals listed below are going to Hell. Grandolfo: For suggesting that the successor of St Peter must come from a certain region. And of all those regions a place where men of the cloth are enamoured of the cashew drink. Voznadik Vojem: For trivializing the papacy and the historical schism with comparison to an old and gnarled wine bottle in his cellar. Gilbert Lawrence: For doubting that Vasco da Gama sailed to India for the purpose of saving souls and thus denying the origins of his own Catholic ancestry. Dom Martin: For claiming that at baptism he was opiated and he had to later leave the faith to get rid of his addiction. No indulgence accrues by claiming it was a Karl Marx assertion. Roland. Toronto.