Catholic during the Great Apostasy

I gaze upon the world, terrified,
Seeing people drowned in sin,
Frightful masks of unbelief,
Wandering in the sewers of their own desires.
They’ve broken the crosses of life,
And dance joyfully, singing of freedom,
Yet in their eyes, the madness of red hatred.
Sweet words drip from their lips,
Though in their hands they clutch a treacherous knife.

Listen, traitors, to what the poet tells you,
Hear the words of truth, you faithless ones.
I see your souls in hellish flames,
Piles of blackened, blasphemous hands,
Shepherds who cast God from His temples,
Nailed to thrones of their own grandeur.

Fall to the ground before God,
And do not rise until He speaks.
A modernist cancer gnaws at your souls,
Protestant renewals poison your minds.
The accursed successor spreads plague,
Tearing out the heart of Christ,
While idol-worshippers raise her to altars.

Listen, traitors, to what the poet tells you,
Hear the words of truth, you faithless ones.
The Mother spoke her last in Fatima,
Nothing important was fulfilled.
The communist plague sweeps everywhere,
The Angel’s voice still echoes: Repent! Repent!
Yet you hear: God is love, not justice,
And so you’ll burn in cruel flames.

Fall on your face before God!
Kneel, opening your mouths,
Let prayer sharpen your swords.
Do not look to guides with hope—
Their heads fall to hell, one by one.
Do not fear that you are few,
On your knees, march this final road.
God awaits you, while the world He sets ablaze.

Arkadiusz Niewolski