THE CHURCH OF THE LOCKDOWN, THE LULL AND THE ESCAPE TO THE CATACOMBS
An epic poem (in 4 parts), by Crusader Will
Part 3 of 4.
Part III: A Non-Starter with No Takers
Now’s my chance for some heavy thinking.
While just ten won’t reopen church doors,
To still hanker for True/Mass-shrinking,
Still needs some Mass that Francis restores.
No congregation can he deceive
If there’s few wanting to come back in.
How can they change in what they believe
If there no ‘give’ to get slack in?
And if the masses, having returned,
Are thrown out come the net new plague,
What some (back again safe) will have spurned
Must be sharp to the eye: not vague.
Still, some will flee the Reformer’s wiles,
As has been foretold. Now, all these outs
And ins are confusing. But Church trials
Do allow time to settle grave doubts.
Be this short or long, easy or hard,
This time must end up with real plans,
Since the pope’s schemes, even if en garde,
Will be clear and involve swift bans.
Covid Nineteen struck at one fell swoop:
Caught us on the hop, our every right
Violated with not one troop
On the job, nor, on our part, much fight.
Meekly we gave in. But the ordeal
Was so great, we might now be inclined
To ask hard questions, what with the Seal
Of the Living God to bring to mind.
Its promise is full non-detection
By enemy attempts on our souls.
Much shown by Covid to inspection
Looks New-World-Order in its controls..
We must plan our escape. Death camps wait
As bad as past centuries’ worst.
Survive some must this intended fate
As New Era guests live on-board first..