Moshiach Ben David De Rothschild

MADONNA

SEAN MENDES

Madonna stood frozen before the glowing screen, her eyes wide with disbelief as the video played — Moshiach Ben David De Rothschild, the self-proclaimed “green messiah” Rabbi Joe had warned her about. The man in the white robes spoke softly about the new covenant with the Earth, his voice soothing, rehearsed, and cold beneath its surface calm. Behind him, the insignia of a radiant green star pulsed like a heartbeat — part Kabbalistic symbol, part corporate logo.

“He is not Moshiach ben David,” Madonna whispered, trembling. “He is not even a rabbi… not a teacher… just an eco warrior fraud.”

Her voice rose, the old fire returning — the same fierce conviction that had carried her from the pews of Catholic school to the bright lights of Kabbalah and beyond. “He’s selling a green naturopathic false religion,” she said, almost spitting the words. “The Tree of Life isn’t a carbon offset program.”

Rabbi Joe watched quietly from the corner of the room, arms folded. “You see it now,” he said. “He mixes the truth of the Torah with the lies of the marketplace. He uses tikkun olam—healing the world—as a slogan, not a prayer.”

Madonna turned to him, shaking her head. “He’s trying to make himself into a god. A climate god.”

“And that,” Joe said solemnly, “is the oldest sin of all.”

The broadcast reached its climax — De Rothschild lifted his hands and declared, “Hallelujah to the Green Messiah, the New David!”

Madonna stepped forward, defiant, her eyes filled with tears.
“I refuse,” she said, her voice cutting through the air like a blade.
“I will not say hallelujah to David.”

Then she made the sign of the cross — not out of fear, but conviction — and whispered,
“The real Moshiach will not sell salvation in bottles of organic wine.”

Madonna fell back onto the velvet couch, clutching her rosary, the glow of the De Rothschild broadcast still flickering on the walls like an unholy fire. The so-called Moshiach Ben David spoke of Gaia’s redemption, of eco-atonement through carbon fasting — his words weaving scripture and science into a seductive false gospel.

But then—music.
From down the hall, she heard it: the voices of her children.

Lourdes and Rocco, her Canadian children, were sitting on the floor of the studio, lit only by a lava lamp and the dying light of sunset. They had hacked an old South Park parody into a chant — Peter Thiel’s forbidden anthem, “I Know About the Antichrist.”

🎵 “I know about the Antichrist,
He’s building apps to save your life,
He codes your prayers, sells you light,
And tells you wrong is right…” 🎵

Madonna froze in the doorway. “Where did you hear that?” she whispered.

Lourdes looked up from her electric keyboard. “It was in one of Peter Thiel’s podcasts,” she said, unblinking. “He said Revelation is just a business plan.”

Rocco, his voice deep and solemn, opened the family Bible and read aloud, eyes glowing with eerie focus:

“And I looked, and behold, a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him…” — Revelation 6:8

Then Lourdes continued, her tone shifting from dread to awe:

“After these things I saw four angels standing at the four corners of the earth, holding the four winds of the earth…” — Revelation 7:1

The house itself seemed to hum. Outside, thunder rolled like a hidden heartbeat.
And then — the scream.

Not from the children, but from the walls — a sound like wind and human anguish mixed, the scream of creation itself. Madonna covered her ears, trembling.

Rabbi Joe entered, face pale. “That’s the sound of the sixth and seventh seals,” he said. “The world crying out before the counterfeit messiah rises.”

Madonna, shaking, looked at her children — her voice of prophecy and innocence.
“We won’t sing for him,” she said. “Not for the eco-messiah. Not for Rothschild. The only hallelujah left is for the One who breaks the seals.”

Lourdes nodded, placing her hand on her mother’s.
“6… 7,” she whispered. “The scream.”