“THE CHURCH OF THE LOCKDOWN, THE LULL AND THE ESCAPE TO THE CATACOMBS” Part I:

An epic poem, by Crusader Will. It is in 4 parts.

Part 1 of 4

For month our churches have been closed

To the Mass, the sacraments and prayer.

Now’s the time to get hard-nosed.

The alternative is cold despair.

Bad enough if it’s just the State

Clamping down in the name of health.

But it’s the Church too, quelling debate,

And waging war on our common wealth.

Yes: sanitary insanity

Versus the saints. Barricades get stormed,

But all in vain. O Vanity

Of vanities! Bugs all-style house-warmed!

Even at risk: age-old last rites.

Rest-home/hospital/private dwelling;

The faithful fraught; long days, long nights;

Casualty figures a-swelling.

Wakes/funerals/interments : sparse.

That includes not only the deceased.

Oh, the days of Man are as grass,

Feeding only the burgeoning Beast..

Notwithstanding the Church and State bans,

Innovators splash out live-stream,

Or make cars-as-pews parking-lot plans

As underground heads the Norm-Stay Dream.

Or else: spiritually commune

And make reparation capital

Out of plain hostilities in tune

With a last satanic wrap-it-all.

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