The vestiges of men wander somnambulating through the cruciform hollows of cathedrals stripped bare of salt and light. The tepid faith of modernity cannot stop the walls from collapsing on felt bannered sanctuaries that echo in responsorial acclaim garishly accentuated by guitars strumming through empty words that have lost particular meaning. A shell of a shepherd paces behind a long blank table his back to the tabernacle of life. A feverish mob of modernists sling insults over the Mother of God in hopes she will tumble to the ground. Here we watch the days pass over men like the shadow of the angel of death pulling them into the darkness and marking them for certain damnation. We know the sun will rise tomorrow but what will be left of our land when men rouse from their slumber intoxicated by the vices that keep them chained to their bed? ~Rae Carpenter
Modernism: The Milli Vanilli of our times......
Amen Sister š