In ploys set forward,
The foe never sleeps
Entices to grim murder
And the helpless weeps
Leads to perversity
While peccant want creeps.
The grave offender
Of the Sacred Victim
Whom on leash despotic
Satan keeps.
The fear-inspiring and
Inextricable phrase,
Spoken by Lips blameless -
"Depart. I do not know you!"
For spurning sovereign,
All-healing Grace
Steeped in fool's errand,
Going astray, slipping away,
In self-imposed haze,
The lifeless corpse -
The irreparable traitor
Time and again toiling
In murderous craze.
Doomed into minatory,
Ogrish fate -
Liars confirmed,
Deceivers diseased,
Deviants loathsome,
Murderers stony,
Devoid of hope
Lacking orderly love.
Failing the only test
Not stamped
With approval
No rest
The final, irreversible words
And the redemptive Edicts,
For which Blood Divine
In profusion was shed
The Imperishable Bread.
Enduring Truth
Dutifully assist
Traps unceasing
Of the ancient foe
Resist... resist!
In salubrious life persist,
On seraphic life insist.
Break off the wanton craze
Desist the tangled maze
Scornfully resist
Assist His Lofty steps
Noon and night assist
At no time,
Innocent Eyes resist
World fading cannot distract
While savored verily,
Truth living, immortal
Steadily guides to holier
And still holier portal,
While sufficiently grasped
Can only attract...
Wholeheartedly attract.
The inextricable phrase:
"Depart. I do not know you!"
And the Voice Ultimate
Incessantly whispers:
"Come to sense,
Make amends.
Fix the gaze on finish line
So, My plenty can be thine.
Forever separated from Me?!
From the old serpent
Take flight
Tenaciously flee!
Wrestle, fight
For the night
Can be bright."
"Depart. I do not know you!"
Heavenward?
or
No, no, no!
Say no more
