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Within the broken Vatican
The murdered Pope is lying dead.
The soldiers of Valerian
Their evil hands are wet and red.
Unarmed, unmoved, St.
His cassock is his only mail.
The troops of Hell have burst the gates,
But Christ is Lord, He shall prevail.
They have encompassed him with steel,
They spit upon his gentle face,
He smiles and bleeds, nor will reveal
The Church's hidden treasure-place.
Ah, faithful steward, worthy knight,
Well hast thou done.
Behold thy fee!
Since thou hast fought the goodly fight
A martyr's death is fixed for thee.
Laurence, pray for us to bear
The faith which glorifies thy name.
Laurence, pray for us to share
The wounds of Love's consuming flame.
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