manifold raging temptations
are seized by tolerably grasping
violent dynamic of arch-vile pathology
devil's relentlessly roaring epidemiology
the patterns and inner workings of evil
the wretchedness and abysmal famine
are at all times enlarged and fatten
by perversely unyielding volition of humans
by spiritual substance of mortals!
never tasting invigorating satiety
doggedly engaged in wicked worthlessness
condemning itself to dark restlessness
signing notoriously the warrant of death
in endless time never savoring a bit of rest
bloody hands corrupting ferociously what's best
demonic feet dart about in desert restively
twisting, destroying the path to ageless test
severing ties to the Maker by hostile spite
the union with the Only Solace of creatures
jaws of hell widely gaping to perverse generation
bleeding mercilessly open Wounds of Love
preferring human megrims to Luminous Presence
idolatry that enslaves rather than Liberating Lover
in slavery to senseless fancies, weighty infidelities
boiling in lethal fluids of repulsive iniquities
unrigorous reptiles inebriated with profane snakiness
wallowing in reckless betrayals, chronic self-indulgence
stick-to-itive mutineers dead to the Voice of the Innocent One
shrilling scandalizing rebellion to Life-Giving Sacrifice
taking in all malice, slimy, disgusting guilt
in fixed opposition to Permutational Love
sin crushing skeletons, leaving skulls blind
in perpetuity, pigheaded forces of soul will scorch, grind
in conative will, snatched by vicious wolf from Worshipful Hands
the futurity of ever-flowing Love, all-healing Grace ends
bringing into being hellish cruelty, perverse, grotesque mind
unknowing of Protective Arms cannot Eternal Pastures find...
cut the arms unstretched to propitious fate of others
dissenting legs in the service of life-imparting reward
Masterly Pruner, cut off fruitless branches
cut out tongues not proclaiming Truth
yet breeding root and branch satanic lies
cut off sick, diseased limbs
not to be cut off from celestial highs...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed, this perverse generation is boiling in deadly fluids of repulsive iniquities! Spot on! Dr. K. as always, illuminating work since our true freedom & joy comes from understanding how evil operates & destroys the soul. Only by rejecting it & accepting God's Truth we are truly free & have reason for hope. Masterfully written exploding with surprising ideas & original expressions. There is so much need for prayer & our personal sacrifice to help souls on the way to conversion, and be always aware that by voluntary sins Our God suffers & continues to shed blood from His wounds! The ending of this poem is so appropriate. We should start & end each day with a prayer contained in this last stanza. Thank you Dr. for sharing your knowledge & care for souls. Your new web site is such a spiritual treasure! God bless J.B. & family