Catholic during the Great Apostasy

I close my eyes to not see the world drenched in its own blood.
Blood of the innocent, flowing like from the wounds of the scourged Savior.
Tormentors tear apart virginal infants, unborn, immersed in their mother’s womb.
Bloody offerings sacrificed to the prince of this world,
millions, thousands adorn the altars of blackened souls.

To whom, O Lord, have You given free will?
To men or to rabid wolves,
sating their bloodthirsty desires?

No, there will be no forgiveness—only the fiery sword of retribution!

People close their eyes,
unwilling to see the horrific crime:
hearts torn out,
virginal bodies ripped asunder.
Souls darken, minds fade.

They seek the Antichrist,
flee from the great reset,
prophesy other apocalypses,
yet care not for their own children.

With a cry of the soul, the poet will call:
What have you done, foolish man?
You will find no solace,
You will not quench your thirst,
You will not stop the system.
You are like Judas, who ended on the gallows.

You beat your head against the walls you yourself have built.
Only Truth will set you free!

Arkadiusz Niewolski