Winnowing Fork and Millstone

 

The precipice has been reached

the abyss lies far below

Retribution comes on a chariot of fire

with clouds descending

vengance is mine says the Lord

Those who have abused and perverted the Faith

their day of reckoning has arrived

Whether it be in a pew or wearing a red biretta

the hand of judgement makes no distinction

He comes with his winnowing fork

to clean the threshing floor of his house

The righteous will be harvested

the deceivers to an eternal fire

Those who have abused his authority

and violated the young with sexual depravity

will drown with a millstone around their necks

Then a desolation will scorch this Institution

all will be laid waste in its wake

A remnant will then emerge

the elect of the Divine will recreate

a time of tribulation to herald

a new dawn, ordained of God

and not of man