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Je m’appelle Monte; Jack(!), the maker of Kings, but for the poi(s)son!: A poem

(The rightful heir to the throne of England was my mother, Mary, Queen of Scots, who was slow-poisoned by Queen Elizabeth. Later, King James of Scotland and England, was the rightful heir! Prince Harry, you are not King Charles’ son, but the son of a descendant of James the Just and the true Rex Deus lineage! You deserve the throne!)

Je m’appelle Monte! Jack, Jacob, Yakov (James)! I started incarnating in France, after my Lady Love, Sarah the Egyptian, emigrated to France from Israel along with Mary Magdalene (following the stoning of James the Just to death) under duress and threat to life from the Roman spy, Saint Paul! I was King Merovee, the Dragon King, albeit not born of a seadragon as mythised, but of a subterranean dragon! I was King Dagobert II, murdered on a hunting trip in the forests of North-eastern France by a devious plot led by Ebroin! Later, I was the Rex Deus descendant Jacques du Molay, the last Templar grandmastet, who was burnt at the stake by Philip the Fair and Pope Clement V (Albanese, commit suicide!). Then I incarnated as King James of Scotland and England. I did not influence the misnomed royalty-decimating left-wing Jacobin movement in France, but rather, the Jacobite movement in England in honour of King James (Jacob) of Scotland and England!

In this lifetime, je m’appelle Monte Cyril Rodrigues. I am the King-maker, now, but for the unholy poison and poisson that block my path and endeavour to reduce me to slavery and destruction. But do I ever die? Do I ever die?