Catholic during the Great Apostasy

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To live in a novel or a short story

Is not a difficult thing,
You do what you’re told,
You have no will,
You have no mind,
Everything is replaced by the writer’s pen.

Maybe light, maybe foolish,
The architect decides that.

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Do you want to be free!?
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes?
Oh yes – you cry without end,
In God, you’ll find freedom!
He left you free will,
A mind where good and evil clash.
You’ll reject the evil, embrace the good,
Is there anything more beautiful to find?

Only you and God and the road still uphill!
Then why do you grieve?
Why do you turn back?
Going down, you’ll find no summit!
You throw yourself into the avalanche of lies and evil,
Falling without restraint,
Straight into the arms of Satan.

The loss of God is the eternal damnation of the soul.
No God? Reason rules?
Then whom does the world hate?
Whom does it persecute?
Something that does not exist?
Since when is the lack of logic called wisdom?

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In silence, the sad poet sank,
But the silence is broken by cruel laughter.
People run like the possessed,
Here it is! There it is!
But they don’t see,
But they don’t hear,
That their souls are bound in chains.

Arkadiusz Niewolski

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