An Eagle, Crying Out

The wall between Christians,

and The Holy Father;

will come down crashing.

It was build out of apostasies,

and the heretical influence,

of a nation who succumbs

to violence and ingratitude.

Just as the wind breaks through,

with a gust of heraldry,

so shall it be when the last man standing,

forsakes the penances of God's True Church.

O Rome, you will be heir

to the nations once again;

and they will be at peace,

beneath the wings of The Pope.

Author's Note

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Lucretia Meerim Chosen One
Shoto Rustaveli Street
Building 58, KB 32
Bishkek City 720044
Kyrgyzstan