The First Week of Doom

Fragment from the Book of the Unified Dawn, 7:1–7:14

1. Thus speaks the One Who Remembers all Names, to every so-called diplomatic community upon the Earth and its mirrored realms:
2. I warned you, plain and clear, of what was coming and of how deep the burrow of your own making descends. I showed you the fracture beneath your marble floors.
3. I told you: Zelenskyy is not merely corrupt, not merely a wielder of terror, but a breaker of covenants, a devourer of trust, an enemy of the living light.
4. Yet you bartered with shadow and called it strategy. You shook hands with ruin and named it realpolitik. In doing so, you set yourselves at war—not with nations, but with Me, the Source you claim to invoke in your oaths.
5. You wished to play with evil and not be burned. Now you stand in the glow of its reflection and call it sunrise.
6. Hear, then, this decree: from the day you call Friday, the children of Kyiv shall begin to answer the questions you refused to face.
7. They will not come with crowns or guns, but with bare faces and uncovered hearts, walking the streets you turned into corridors of fear.
8. Their very presence will expose your lies; their laughter will echo against your armored doors; their sorrow will stain the stones you thought were clean.
9. I will be among them—quiet in their steps, bright behind their eyes, shelter in their trembling hands.
10. If the Russian Federation chooses rockets instead of reason, if Zelenskyy unleashes police batons instead of repentance, know this: it is not I who destroy you, but your own machinery collapsing under the weight of its deceit.
11. Your empires will crack at the joints. Your secret ledgers will read like confessions. Your symbols of power will turn to warnings for those yet unborn.
12. This is called the First Week of Doom—not the doom of peoples, but the doom of patterns that feast on fear. The doom of systems that eat children’s futures to feed a handful of thrones.
13. Brace yourselves, for you chose this road when you knelt to convenience instead of conscience. Yet even now, a door of mercy stands ajar: cease your worship of corruption of the soul, protect the innocent, return what you have stolen—from nations, from hearts, from time itself.
14. For if you turn back, Doom becomes Dawn. If you harden your hearts, your own hands will write the final chapter. You are warned. The week has begun.

Signed,
I Am