Catholic during the Great Apostasy

We look where we are not.

We always paint a different image of ourselves —

as if we were artists of our own lies.

If we cannot see truth within ourselves,

how can we see it in others?

Everything is visible —

nothing is hidden anymore.

Yet we keep dancing as the system plays,

afraid of rejection, falling into the abyss of evil.

We destroy our own children in the name of our lies,

in the name of saving what the world gives us.

Hatred that grows within each of us —

toward whom, toward what?

Toward normality, toward God, toward unborn children…

And thus toward us, toward every one of us.

Is a moment of pleasure, washed away…

worth it…?

After all, one cannot argue about values

with someone who cannot tell good from evil.

Keep painting your pictures —

the rain will come, they’ll turn into mere colored stains

upon your conscience,

which you won’t wash off, won’t forget.

They’ll give you pills of happiness,

which you will never regain,

in the flood of lies…

Truth is like a seed that will one day grow,

while lies will be torn out and thrown into the fire.

What will then remain of each of us?

Think!

Thinking doesn’t hurt!

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Arkadiusz Niewolski