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**Cover-Ups**
The Cardinals will sing, but let’s confront the truth behind it all. We deceive ourselves, but a higher power knows the reality of these situations: makeup and the cover-ups. The Cardinals' song may be beautiful, yet the raven never returned, while the dove came back, never forgetting what it had seen. It whistles a tune that demands to be heard.
Does it really matter how long it takes or the tone we strike? This involves clergymen, bishops, priests, and deacons. And let’s not forget Rome, where nuns step out of the shadows and proclaim their truth to the world. I will not pretend to be saintly or holier than thou. Remember your vows and acknowledge the challenges that lie within the Roman Catholic Church.
why will men fight and suffer to advance the interests of their masters, who fling them aside when they have no further use for them?
Arthur Findlay
The black king and the white king, well they didn't see eye to eye
A war was looming, but not them; it was the pawns that would die
They placed them up to the front, with their cavalry at the rear
No side had any notion of backing down, and no side showed fear.
God is surely with us, the bishops on both sides proclaimed
Anyone saying otherwise would have been publicly shamed
A white pawn was the first to move forward, ready for the fight
But in just a couple of moves was struck down, by a black knight.
Two white knights moved forward in a blazing counter attack
The black pieces managed to hold the line and didn't fall back
Then a white bishop moved forward in a straight diagonal line
Black King told his pawns to move forward; everything will be fine.
The black queen wanted action and urged her pawns to be brave
But it wouldn't be her or the king that would be digging their grave
One by one her pawns were slaughtered, like lambs on the battlefield
A ceasefire was out of the question, because neither side would yield.
But the proud white king was about, to meet an agonising fate
When the black queen with her knights, declared a checkmate
But there were really no winners or losers, in this senseless war
Supporters on both sides wondered, what the hell it was all for.
The two main players in the background escaped without a scratch
And were already preparing to meet on the battlefield, for a rematch
Both sides exchanged their battered pieces of the injured and the slain
And maybe tomorrow or the next day were preparing to do it all again.
Meanwhile the arms manufacturers, were making big monetary gain
Whilst the landed gentry ate caviar and sipped on their champagne
Victory parades were held in all the towns, with all the pomp and flair
Hollow platitudes read out to mourn the dead, but do they really care?
Written on 6th June 2022.
Magna Carta
Charter that determined
the King does Not
have absolute power
for he may not reign at his own
self-centered whim, nae!
much of his authority must be
siphoned off
Relinquished to
Earls, Lords, Barons, Bishops
Knights no longer must blindly obey
The king and his subjects convened on the
dewy emerald green meadows
Of Runnymede
King John was compelled to sign the Magna Carta
With one voice they deemed of him a tyrant
At his nadir, weakest point
No longer an absolute Monarch
Enraged were the
English Kings
so, that after John
no member
of the royal family
has been
Christened John eversince
This shall not be forgotten
During
King
's r
n e
h i
o g
J n
The Sheriff of Nottingham’s Nemesis is
R O B I N H O O D :)
The attributes of the Church is three: authority, infallibility and indefectibility
By the authority of Church I mean the right and power which the Pope and the Bishops, as the successor of the Apostles have to reach and govern the faithful
By the infallibility of the Church I mean the Church cannot err when it teaches a doctrine of faith and morals
By the indefectibility of the Church I mean that the Church as Christ founded it, will last till the end of time
These attributes are found in their fullness in the Pope, visible head of the Church, whose infallible authority to teach bishops, priests, and people in matters of faith and morals will last till the end of the world
The Church has 4 marks by which it may be known, it is One, it is Holy, it is Catholic, it is Apostolic
The Church is One because all its members agree in one faith, are all in one communion, and are all under one Head
The Church is Holy because it’s under Jesus Christ, is holy; because of the eminent holiness of so many thousands of its children
The Church is Catholic or Universal because it subsists in all ages, teaches all nations, and maintains all truth
The Church is Apostolic because it was founded by Christ on His Apostles and is govern by their lawful successors, and because it has never ceased, and never will cease, to teach their doctrine
These attributes and marks are found in the Holy Roman Catholic Church alone
The Church derives to its undying and infallible authority from the Holy Spirit, the spirit of truth, who abides with it forever
The Church is kept One, Holy Catholic by the Holy Spirit, the spirit of love and holiness, who unites and sanctifies its members throughout the world.
When am I supposed to Stand, Kneel, Bow Sit Etc.?
The celebration of Mass not confined to our minds
Hearts
Voices is means to involve our bodies as well
Each gesture is significant
Has meaning.
Standing: Standing is a sign of respect and honor, so we stand when
the celebrant-representing Christ (the priest) enters and leaves. We
also stand for the Gospel, and the bishops of our country have chosen
standing as the gesture we adapt when receiving the Eucharist (the
sacred body of Christ).
Kneeling: In the early days of the Church, kneeling has been the
gesture of penance (reparation[confession]). More recently has come
to show adoration. Thus, we kneel for the Eucharistic prayer except St. Andrew Catholic Church where we stand because we have no kneelers (except in the chapel).
Sitting: We sit for the pre-Gospel readings and the homily in a gesture
of listening & meditation and during announcements after past
communion prayer
The means instituted by our Lord to enable men at all times to share in the Fruits of His redemption are the Church and the Sacraments
The Church is the congregation of all those who profess the faith of Christ
Partake of the Sacraments and are governed by their lawful pastors under one visible head
Jesus Christ is the invisible head of the Church
Our Holy Father the Pope, the Bishop of Rome is the visible head of the Church because he is the intercessor of St. Peter, whom Christ made the chief of the Apostles and the visible head of the Church
The intercessors of the other Apostles are the Bishops of the Holy Catholic Church
Christ founded the Church to teach, govern, sanctify and save all men
All are bound to belong to the Church, and he who knows the Church to be the true Church and remains out of it cannot be saved
The Middle Years
She'd been wooed by dukes and diplomats
From Nome to Nagasaki,
Kept by mobsters, bishops, bureaucrats,
And a movie mogul's lackey.
She'd been plied with jewels, a fancy car,
Designer gowns and furs
By lots and lots of husbands,
Not one of whom was hers.
For fifteen years she lived among the swank,
But at thirty she had nothing in the bank.
She pawned her diamonds, sold her gowns and her furs,
The car was repossessed 'cause just the payments were hers,
Got her picture in the tabloids with some slanders and slurs,
Villonia Beebe was no one's baby anymore.
She took to pandering and cruising in malls.
A john, a judge, would like to help her, but he hadn't the balls.
She learned it's hard to be a call girl when nobody calls,
Villonia Beebe was no one's baby anymore.
Two more years went by in bars and walking the streets.
She'd like to meet a handsome guy who's loaded and sweet,
So she could settle down and turn that trick into a treat,
And then she'd be somebody's baby once more.
At thirty-two she thought she should get out of "the life",
Go back home to Arkansas and be someone's wife.
She'd soon get back an accent you could cut with a knife
And become a real hillbilly once more.
The Toad Suck men were simple and quite easy to please,
Though the way they buzzed around her made their wives ill at ease.
Still, she made a decent living on her back and her knees,
Villonia Beebe'd come full circle for sure.
Then one night she met Homer, at a barn dance, of course,
A cute and awkward guy who said his nickname was "Horse".
One ride and she's not had one single day of remorse,
ViIllonia Beebe was someone's baby once more.
She sometimes contemplates her life,
When she takes the time to bother,
From beauty queen to trampoline,
From doll to moll to mother.
She doesn't miss the jewels or car at all,
And fur just makes her itch,
But if truth be told, a part of her
Sort of misses being rich.
But Villonia is content now with her lot,
Especially when her "Horse" is hot to trot.
The king was fair but he chose his wives in a haphazard way.
Subjects of his kingdom said king would one day “rue the day”.
It happened after wife number seven, an awful mean queen.
The ones who watched it happen, said it could not be unseen.
She wiped the throne room with the king’s decapitated head.
Who did that? Asked newcomers, but no one already there said.
For the red queen was a terror, who loved mopping the floor.
With others emotions, and she had more devilish deeds in store.
The bishops and knights ran off to other kingdoms, over the lawn.
There were no rooks in sight, and one crippled horrified pawn.
If chess was the game, I guess the queen had won, but not fair.
The last time I saw her she was climbing high on the stair.
Playing a game on a checkered board
No need for armor and sword
Only a decisive mind
Thoughtful strategy and enough time
Concentrating with a stare
Capturing pieces without a care
Characters used straight out from mid evil books
A knight making hops and hooks
There is a castle that is called a rook
Without a ‘c’ they watch from the tower having a good look
Funny the Queen moves are filled with power
While the King limited probably a coward
There is a spiritual artistic depiction
Going forward is its only restriction
Always challenging ending up in an invisible tangle
Bishops slide along on a mystical angle
Finally there is the little pawn
First one to move on the battlefield lawn
Slowly stepping down then line
Clearing the path allowing the power to shine
If the mission was a success
Royals find out and are impressed
Getting to the other side
A commoner is promoted since they tried
Having this new position on attack
Puts fear in the enemy King and makes him pack
Then ends falling into a trap
Surrendering before taking a nap
Hearing two words ‘check mate’
A friendly message not having any hate
Using these figures at their finger tips
Could be a nice way to say ‘get a grip’
Has war been around this long?
Doing things basically that is wrong
Fighting battles for no reason at all
Watching neighbors and former friends fall
Centuries long ago they socialized with a game called chess
Soothing an angry attitude presenting a mess
Human emotions have not changed
Tempers still have that maturity range
Maybe we should talk about competitive aggression released in sporting peace
Giving life a new lease
Not counting the deceased
The Beheading of Thomas
Let the clowns play on heathens dirt floors
With the rabble and unwashed masses
The Squires shall reside above
With men at arms and knights of superior glove
Allegiances to kings and royal courts
Let the bishops sort out the cohorts
Be deceived not by those with no letters
Saying they are poets for the better
They worship their own idol minds
While the wise ones seek out their own kind
Seekers who only find battle
Silent ones who preach with loud voices
Forewarning to the masses
You have better choices, forget their pretentious classes
Walk among the islands grazing sheep
Contemplation rewards the humble and meek
Trumps Rubies may shine today
Under rubble I assure you
They shall be one day