“THE CHURCH OF THE LOCKDOWN, THE LULL AND THE ESCAPE TO THE CATACOMBS” Epilogue

THE CHURCH OF THE LOCKDOWN, THE LULL AND THE ESCAPE TO THE CATACOMBS

An epic poem (in 4 parts), by Crusader Will

Part 4 of 4.

Epilogue

Both sides have had a master plan

Ever since the world began.

God’s is longer, and will outlast 

All of Satan’s treacheries past.

Our original-sin behaviour

Has meant us needing all a Saviour..

So Jesus died upon the Cross

To spare us from eternal loss

And founded a Church with holy priests

That modern sin has turned into beasts

Denying us the Bread of Life.

All is now showdown-set for strife -.

The whole world heading devil’s-domain

With rampant lacks and little gain

But for prophets and a promise

To quell the doubts of any Thomas.

The Church is fast being overhauled

For once more God’s body badly mauled.

Leave the soon-to-be Remodeled Mass

To the hierarchies of the crass.

Lockdown may graduate to walk out

Sparked by laity in their raw clout,

Though most stick with the Compromised Church

Denying/denied the True-Faith search

For ‘Remnant’ worship, had safe and sound

In a Seal-protected underground.

 

“THE CHURCH OF THE LOCKDOWN, THE LULL AND THE ESCAPE TO THE CATACOMBS”. Part 3

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..

 

“THE CHURCH OF THE LOCKDOWN, THE LULL AND THE ESCAPE TO THE CATACOMBS” Part 2

THE CHURCH OF THE LOCKDOWN, THE LULL AND THE ESCAPE TO THE CATACOMBS

An epic poem (in 4 parts), by Crusader Will

Part 2 of 4.

Part II:  Uphill Battle

The Reformer’s remarkably quiet:

Saint Peter’s piazza deserted

But don’t suppose a dearth of riot

Betokens a head-on clash averted.

 

The State meanwhile hints at Level Two.

The faithful feel a surge of hope –

Dashed, once numbers-allowed comes through,

It’s ten per session. Can priests cope?

 

Roster jinks Zoom-daunt parish leaders.

Priests can’t say twenty Sunday masses.

Hand-not-tongue fuss pre-empts fast feeders.

Who dares test-drive uphill molasses? 

 

Catholics may not of course come back

En-masse. The Claytonesque may have served

To make the telly-watch change-of-tack

Suit the liturgically-unnerved.

 

In which case, there’s no Real-Presence crowd

For the Reformer to test live

His changes on, unless they’ve allowed

Home comforts to dull their sense of ‘hive

 

Of activity’ under one roof

In one large room that’s essential church.

There’s nothing like being kept aloof

To kill togetherness as goal-search..

 

Contagion’s still around, and people

May still be mad enough for the tried

And true to demarcate the steeple

As the focus for communal pride.

 

But in due course things may settle down

And cause priest and layman to go back

To ignorance as the source of the renown

That makes popes deciders of ‘right track’.

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

THE CHURCH OF THE LOCKDOWN, THE LULL AND THE ESCAPE TO THE CATACOMBS

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

Part 1 of 4

PART I: A Bubble Dying to be Burst

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.

More from Crusader Will

COVIDIC LIFT UP A TOWER OF BABBLE

They used to call them ‘storeys’.
Now they call them ‘levels’.
These we’ve been riding up and down.
They’ve proved the very devils.

We’d never heard of them before.
To do with medical alerts..
But as China faced a new disease,
Info started to come in wee spurts.

All at once we had a great crisis,
Taxing the wits of Church and State.
As the Internet went viral,
Some wags dubbed this ‘WuhanGate’.

The first fine careless rupture with sense
Is now meeting ‘level pegging’..
The signs all point to a comedown ‘two’,
Though enterprise has gone a lot begging.

For weeks I’ve tended a fevered P.C.,
As pain burbled away in my guts.
Devouring each new post as it came,
I might have gone occasionally nuts.

The doors now aim to be still for a bit.
My stomach’s back to a state of zen.
But like Baking Powder I fear
The lift is sure to rise again.

Velcro poem: IT’S A RIP OFF

Put life on hold
Call it lock-down
Shatter the sheep fold
Slow the clock down

Yeah, shut the churches
Cancel the gigs
Suborn all that nurtures
To the Mrs and Mr Bigs

Precise social distance
A-bubble in far-from sham pain
That’s the new world insistence  –
Never the godly again.

Crusader Will takes every opportunity to spread the Word.

Many of our priests are suffering, and don’t seem to react, and don’t speak up.

Crusader Will takes every opportunity he can, no matter what reaction he thinks he will get:

MY PARISH PRIEST HAS WRITTEN BACK. HIS HANDS ARE TIED. AND AS AN OLD MAN HE IS REGARDED AS OVER THE HILL

I SAID THE LAITY WILL SEE HIM RIGHT IF HE GETS INTO TROUBLE. WE NEED PRIESTS OF GOOD WILL. 

HE SAID ‘yOU ARE A GOOD MAN, …. WE NEED MORE OF YOU

I CRIED.

Crusader Will puts it into words:

c19 .. nazidom
the public authorities are mental torturers
this lock-down is a crime against humanity.
there.  somebody has said it. me

Frustrated Crusader Will:  

Still social distancing
bubble bubble toil and trouble

Twister Twitter:

CATHOLICS POPPING UP PROTO-PROTESTANT
IN PROTEST AT PROTESTANT POPE
SHOULD PRONTO TURN PROPER PROTESTANTS

 

(R.S): A message to me about the poem he is writing

i think the covidic splurge will come
to a halt with this blooming one
and any revisions of ones the Muse
in her fling your way has flung

 

Crusader Will masquerades under other aliases in blogs:

  • One lot of modern prophecy to note ceased in 1998. Another started in 2010. Much else bears out this kind scenario. Official skepticism cannot destroy what is now known to millions and in both hard and soft copy. These millions will continue their prayer and information campaign. God cares very cleverly

 

      • Tyranny has triumphed. easy as pie, and is taking a break. But it will be back.  While we are having holiday from the holiday, let’s prepare. We’ll only have a short time. They’ve got some other pretext poised in the wings..New Zealand hasn’t ha its break yet, of course. merciful Jacinda will tell us soon.  i call her THE FAR EAST OF, ARDERN  from thE plAy AS YOU DISLIKE IT.
  • Get a revelation. You are going to have to go underground eventually, because the Reformer of reformers has plans for the Mass per se – to ‘de-mass’ the Mass. He is a tyrant in the order of the old serpent. And so long as Catholic prophecy is ignored in its clear delineation of the processes involved in the Church’s ‘Final Trial’ now in full swing, then you are not going to be prepared. Look how fast the planetary Covidic lockdown descended upon us Even the pre-warned were caught on the hop. But some of us weren’t, not entirely. And have emergency measure been handy, to say the least. Sweep out the priest holes. Pinpoint the mass rocks. Stock upon essentials. It will soon be too late. The spiritual Death camps will be admitting their railroaded guests.

 

 

Crusader Will Laments

    AM+DG

 

 

 

Pictured: Crusader Will self portrait

On the lack of the Eucharist:

CLOSURE BRINGS NO CLOSURE

If i can’t have the Real McCoy,
Why should Clayton’s bring me joy?
A Real Absence fills my cup. 
I’m losing the incentive to sup
The object of the exercise.
Should it come as any surprise?
I must try exerting my will.
No way else is filling the bill.

 

On Good Friday:

A Jericho Walk

At the local church today,
I laid a bloodstained wreathe at the closed door
The wreathe was leafy branches daubed with red paint.
I walked round the church seven times.
What I call a Jericho Walk.
Not to pray that the church walls fall down, but the walls of resistance to God’s work.

It is an expiatory exercise that I invented myself.
I did it once round St Mary’s Manchester Street, Christchurch
The quakes did not fell it,
though two cathedrals were felled, I make no claim for my action.
But that walk i did.

I thoroughly disapprove of churches being closed.
I said as much to the front door.
it’s a damned insult to Jesus Christ, I said.
i have said as much on the internet.
Church leaders and parish priests would be appalled at how angry many Catholics are with them.
The clergy can expect a massive backlash when churches reopen.
People are ropable. I am ropable.
 I did not watch any church services but read reflections on the Passion.

Crusader Will plans his own Easter vigil Ceremony

TOMORROW JUST BEFORE DAWN

I PLAN TO LIGHT A WEE EASTER FIRE

IN AN OLD SAUCEPAN

Crusader Will watches a movie during Holy Week:

i watched that Garabandal  film….

…   and sobbed my heart out.

Crusader Will’s take on Covid 19

 

Oh James Joyce would be proud

of all the eloquence ablaze in all these Aliases in Bloggerland

that contemplate the Planet stuck in a gigantic jam

by an iddy biddy bug concocted in the Gilt Gangland

of Wuhan Woe and Misery-laboratory

of Satan’s most sophisticated con-artist’s scourge

that has the world’s godless leaders flailing about,

mouthing the costliest codswallop humanity has ever known.

 

And there’s the Father of Love and Mercy.

lamenting for the Queen of His stupendous heaven spurned

by a procession of pontiffs who,

could have spared us all this agony

by the simple expedient of a Consecration

of sin-seed-bedded Russia to her Immaculate Heart.

That might yet redress some of the damage.

It’d be a Divine Mercy..