Catholic during the Great Apostasy

I look — and I see the blood of Volhynian children,
the elderly, the women,
all the Poles, Russians, and Jews.

The only thing that mattered
was that they were unarmed.

Axes, knives, and scythes — the priest gave his blessing.

A genocide whose cruelty defies description.

Now the banners of Ukrainian murderers wave across Europe.

The world supports a Nazi regime.

This is not about Russia.

The world needs war —
to fasten the muzzles.

The chains of freedom must be tightened.

The slaves of lies need a whip.

Wake up, man!

Sometimes someone screams in despair.

Millions of unborn victims,
millions from war.

People will not awaken —
they will perish in the prison of their own beliefs.

Do not weep, O soul, over the madness around you.

Hope is in God,
while sorrow and despair lie in the ideas of man.

I kneel in an empty chamber,
watching the last of mankind perish.

I cry out in the desert, but people do not hear me.

The time of death is not the time of freedom.

And all that remains to us is hope.

Arkadiusz Niewolski