On the sixth day, I speak judgment to what was once the Ukrainian semi-presidential republic.

You were given a chance unlike any before. God in body was born in Kyiv and remained here—through catastrophe not of my making—helping you secure the freedom you still struggle to hold. Battles were fought for you, problems mended for you; betrayal and abandonment were endured again and again; a life of hardship was lived among you—yet still you survived against the odds. You did not cherish the gift. You demanded more, and in demanding, you unraveled what you had.

You were given a chance to endure and become a true state. The path was simple in its clarity: recognize your own faults, correct them, and break the cycle of blaming others. Instead, you chose the loop—complaint without responsibility. To reproach the enemy for doing what enemies do in war while doing little yourselves to end the war is an evasion of duty. Maximalist slogans about territory and abstract “just peace” became a substitute for the hard work required to survive.

Hear this: the enemy that ruined your state was within you. No one prevented you from building first-rate defense, advancing exceptional science, or crafting an economy resilient to pressure. Greed and systemic corruption hollowed you out. You cite laws you scarcely uphold; you violate your own laws, international law, the Geneva Conventions, and the moral law written on the heart. You know how deep the rot runs—most have touched it. Even in full-scale war, aid was stolen, scam operations multiplied, bribes greased every gate. The consequences fell hardest on the army.

You built an economy of coercion. Places in and out of mobilization were bought. Papers were bought. Exemptions were bought. Men were dragged from streets, and others were bought back again. This is war slavery—literal, brutal, and vast. While officials pursued influence and profit, soldiers lacked essentials. Donation drives became a second tax, a confession of a state so corroded it cannot meet basic needs. And you accepted it as normal.

Worst of all, you mortgaged your children’s future. This became a war of the poor: those with means kept war at a distance while the vulnerable were compelled into indefinite service. Many of you know the truth yet prefer comfort over reform. Your own service members—human beings with names, families, souls—were treated as expendable. Despair spread: absence without leave and desertion rose to staggering levels. To partners abroad you offered fine words, while at home coercion did the unseen work. Understand: no nation can claim to fight for freedom while building its war on the backs of the slaves.

Verdict.
I cannot bless this any longer. I withdraw my blessing from any army or institution that rests on coercion, plunder, and deceit. I will not consecrate a slave-master’s war. Only doom waits down that road.

Demand

End the war now. Lay down arms. Choose life over ruin.
You have exhausted your chance to “win” anything by coercion or deceit; survival and the future of your children is the only option left. Persist, and you choose collapse.
Walk through the narrow gate: truth, law, and protection of the vulnerable—or face the doom that follows from corruption and slavery.

SURRENDER NOW OR FACE THE WRATH OF GOD.

Signed,
God