In the complexities of reality,
a storm breaks through the calm;
peace is pierced,
this by the nails of sin.

The machines built by man,
ready to conquer brother man;
overcoming him by force,
bringing death to brother man,
a symptom of a greater evil.

Dialogue, O dialogue!
The speech that Satan slurs,
talk, you worthless dollar;
who offers paper in exchange for souls.

This is the precept of the Roman faith,
that brings discourse to the table;
rather than the cross.

The empty glass,
filled with empty promises;
like a paper dollar,
with no gold to back it.

The faithlessness of Christians,
exchanging compromise for faith;
and lies in exchange for the truth.

The nail is in their coffin,
Hell is burning at their heels;
but because they have no faith,
they proliferate their words,
which bring to them great ruin,
in a moment ordained by God.

©2026 Maria Morisot

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