Those in sickness ask me for my blessing
I will heal them with prayers, or imposing my hands
For yes! I am this-generation Prophet
Anointed by Christ on June 1, 2011
Who appeased the wrath of the destroying God
That the Mayans announced for darker times
I’ve suffered in silence the evils of this world
Already buried in the estoraques of Girón
I am the balm that sweet Jesus sends
To prove that eternity does exist
The deceased who saw the supreme love
With faith I endured betrayal and traps
Educated in the best universities
I dodged fame, power and money
To judge peoples and nations,
To care of the just and punish the wicked