Sheep Song (I'm Fed Up)
Modern illusion,
Endless dilution,
Crimes are no longer a crime,
Worldly elation,
Sheep in dispersion,
Here blows the spirit of time.
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It's not a problem,
not anymore,
Interior broken,
The open door.
A new beginning,
still just a dream,
Nobody wonders:
Is it a sin?
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A gay revolution,
Total confusion,
Cutting to pieces the Tree.
The season of frolic,
Nothing is holy,
This is how things now must be -
So what bothers me?
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I'm fed up with heresy,
With hirelings talking to me,
Fumbling, dying for something,
utopian views, just a dream,
I'm fed up with wolves crying:
dear brother, that’s not a sin,
their fables seen on the spot
whether synodal or not.
I'm fed up with brotherhood
That does not know what is true,
Fed up with new modern hooks,
with kissing strange, alien books.
I’m fed up with this sad club
Nourishing me with the crap,
I'm fed up with being fed up!
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Breaking restriction
Of non-contradiction,
All things can happen, you’ll see.
The garden of pleasures
But hidden are treasures
and why all this misery?
In such fantasy.
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I'm fed up with heresy,
With hirelings talking to me,
Fumbling, crawling for something
That never shows, just a dream.
I’m fed up with elder bros:
for our Cross makes them cross,
the Dialogue made with the Fall
which is not Catholic at all.
I'm fed up with liturgy
so human that it scares me,
where people take on the nod
the place that belongs to God.
Fed up with brotherly ideas,
wanting the world to be pleased,
Strange efforts to get a clap,
I'm fed up with being fed up!
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I'm fed up with heresy,
With hirelings talking to me,
Fumbling, dying for something,
for ecumenical dreams.
I'm fed up with brand new wave
always ignoring the Faith,
Teachings that can’t help but err
Invented out of thin air.
I'm fed up with brotherhood
That does not know what is Truth,
Fed up with pastoral goals
Obviously killing the souls.
I’m fed up with this sad club
Nourishing me with the crap,
I'm fed up with being fed up!