LAND OF CONFUSION (with a few edits)





I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million Novus ordo screams
But I can hear their marching feet.
The xSPX... is movin... into the street.

Now did you read the news today
Bp. Fellays says the danger's gone away

But I can see the modernist fire's still alight
There burning into the night.

There's too many femmes
Too many compromised people
Making too many problems
And not much love of Jesus Christ goin round

Can't you see
This is a land of confusion!

This is the neo-trad world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start praying
To make it a place worthy of Our Lord's grace.

Ooh Maxie Krah where are you now?
When everything's gone wrong somehow?

The men of the cassock, the men who compromised our Faith's power.
Are losing control by the hour.

This is the time
This is the place
So we count on Our Lady, cause there's not much love for Jesus Christ goin round
Tell me…

The Spider And The Fly

"Will you walk into your promised prelature?" said the spider to the fly;
"'Tis the prettiest little prelature that ever you may spy.
The way into your prelature is up a winding stair,
And I have many curious things to show when you are there."
"Oh no, no," said the little fly; "to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."

"I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high.
Well you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly.
"There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest a while, I'll snugly tuck you in!"
"Oh no, no," said the little fly, "for I've often heard it said,
They never, never wake again who sleep upon your bed!"

Said the cunning spider to the fly: "Dear friend, what can I do
To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?
I have within my pantry good store of all that's nice;
I'm sure you're very welcome - will you please to take a slice?"
"Oh no, no," said the little fly; "kind sir, that cannot be:
I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!"

"Sweet creature!" said the spider, "you're witty and you're wise;
How handsome are your gauzy wings; how brilliant are your eyes!
I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf;
If you'd step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
"I thank you, gentle sir," he said, "for what you're pleased to say,
And, bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."

The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly fly would soon come back again:
So he wove a subtle web in a little corner sly,
And set his table ready to dine upon the fly;
Then came out to his door again and merrily did sing:
"Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with pearl and silver wing;
Your robes are green and purple; there's a mitre upon your head;
Your eyes are like diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!"

Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little fly,
Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
With buzzing wings he hung aloft, then near and nearer grew,
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes and green and purple hue,
Thinking only of his mitred head. Poor, foolish thing! at last
Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast;
He dragged her up his winding stair, into the dismal den -
Within his little prelature - but she ne'er came out again!

And now, dear little faithful, who may this story read,
To idle, silly flattering words I pray you ne'er give heed;
Unto an evil counselor close heart and ear and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale of the spider and the fly.