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surrounded by enemies, captured in his own palace of Anagni, bathed in cold sweats, Boniface
               understood later that he has underestimated Philip the Fair and that he didn’t take seriously
               the frequently warning advices that the monks sent to the Cistercians and the Templars. Prey,
               of  a  mix  of  hate  and  terror,  he  felt  that  his  Soul  was  depressing  irredeemably.  Then  the
               Banditti Sciarra, dargin to hit him and even to threaten him of death, while his men covered
               him with insults. And at last, the treason of his natal population, looting without shamelessly
               his palace, allying to his enemies who were the enemies of the Golem Church, the Church of
               God the One the Creator of the Universe, of the God from whom he, the Priest Maximus, was
               the living manifestation: O God One, what ingratitude the one of your people! Perhaps such
               aggression of his people, for being of lesser importance but more affective, harmed him more
               than the precedent offences. And, naturally, inside of that pain detached in highest grade the
               anguish of have being despoiled from the gold and silver, of his art treasures of unparalleled
               beauty  gathered  in  entire  life  of  acquisitions,  many  of  them  inherited  or  properties  of  the
               Gaetani’s family. The weight of the failure was released without extenuations, crushing in some
               hours to Boniface. Too many feelings at once, even for a Golem of legendary cruelty, the ones
               that afflicted to the Pope of 69 years old.
                      When he was rescued by the people of Anagni his consciousness had been situated out of
               the reality and, even if many promised to return the stolen, Boniface was not in conditions to
               comprehend  it.  Mechanically  he  requested  to  be  taken  to  the  palace  of  Lateran.  There  the
               Cardinals  Orsini,  when  checking  his  demential  state,  maintained  him  aparted  from  the
               Romans. With exorbitant eyes he exclaimed: Bafoel! Bafoel! Aliquem ad astra fero! In some
               moments of lucidity he exploded request for vengeance against his enemies and predicted the
               ruin of who had betrayed him. But later his mind went obscuring and he suffered fits of rage in
               which he howled, vomiting foam form his mouth, and trying to bite who were taking care of
               him.  Finally,  in  13  of  October  1303,  he  died  converted  in  furious  beast,  complying  in  this
               manner the prophecy of Celestine V. The Saint had said: –«You have risen as a fox, you will
               reign as a lion, and you will die as a dog ».


















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