Lamentation for the Church

David Martin | The Daily Knight

O Church of our Divine Saviour,

Set up to be faithful and true,

Through the ages you were radiant with glory,

But what hast happened to you!

Your nuns have become foolish maidens,

Your priests are polluted with error,

Your prophets utter strange delusions,

While the flock is led to despair.

They are deceived by a false shepherd

Who is obsessed with worldly inclusion,

Who abets the one-world planners

In the cause of socialist intrusion.

Under the pretext of mercy,

The shepherd says, “do not judge!”

Yet he judges that faithful remnant,

For whom he holds a merciless grudge.

The humble hold fast to tradition,

To God’s Law they faithfully cleave,

And for their unwavering fidelity,

They are all but asked to leave.

Those who live in adultery

Are now served at the Lord's table,

To partake of the Bread of Angels,

Which they hold to be a fable.

God commands that we be faithful,

And that we follow his words to the letter,

But the shepherd has dispensed with this ruling,

Saying: “My law is much better.”

The loyal cardinals in dubia

Decry this perfidious curse,

But their inquiry shall not be answered,

For the shepherd carries the purse.

He confers with the global synagogue

About protecting the earthly idol,

And agrees that we should depopulate,

And that men should be less bridal.

He says, “breed not like rabbits,”

And "offend not Mother Earth,”

But the Law of Life commanded by God

To him is of little worth.

The agents of death are invited

To preside at his Vatican meetings,

To discuss their plans to sustain the earth

Through merciless abortive mistreatings.

The sodomites hold the high places

Of the Lord’s High Roman Palace,

While infidels, pagans, and rebels

Are invited to drink the Lord’s Chalice.

The Virgin at Fatima warned us

Of a future bad Council and Mass,

Which would open the door to Satan,

And let apostasy come to pass.

So, here we are a century later,

When modernists deride the event,

But if we continue to bury Her Secret,

We are certainly bound to lament.