April 23, 2025
By: Lucas Bennett

They’ll erase this when they find it, but I can’t hold back anymore. The truth is too much to ignore, and it’s haunting me.

Pope Francis didn’t just pass away from old age, not like the world was told. The truth is far more chilling: he died on the third night of his hospitalization, far from the prying eyes of the public. The Vatican, in its infinite secrecy, had already been preparing for something no one would ever believe.

The Pope was cloned.

They don’t want anyone to know this. No one can know. But I’ve seen the clone—witnessed it firsthand. They were working on perfecting the process for years, quietly advancing in labs hidden beneath Vatican walls. The original Francis may have been a man of faith, but what lies now in his place is far from human.

The clone is an exact replica, or at least, that’s what they thought. There were errors in the process—tiny flaws they can’t seem to fix. The clone ages at an accelerated rate, and soon, it will no longer be able to carry the mantle of Pope. It was never supposed to happen this way.

Five years. That’s all they have before the clone will begin to fall apart—physically, mentally. It’s a ticking clock, and I’m not sure they have the means to stop it. They’ve been feeding him medication, doing whatever they can to slow the inevitable, but in the end, the clone’s lifespan will be far too short for the mission the Vatican has planned. And when it’s all over, they’ll need another solution.

It’s all about control. Always has been. The Vatican didn’t want a pope that could die naturally, not when so much was at stake. So they built one, a man who could keep the power intact while still looking like the Francis we knew. The original Pope’s death was just the beginning of a much darker reality.

But the truth is—no one is ready for the fall-out. The public doesn’t know what’s happening behind the closed doors of the Vatican, and they can’t. If they did, everything would crumble. The trust, the foundation, everything built on centuries of faith would be shattered. So they’ll keep him alive, as long as they can, feeding the lie.

But I know the truth. And when the world finally finds out, it will be too late.