I have written a poem and am dedicating it to the latest Christian martyr (in Tunisia). Memory eternal! WE HAVE A NEW MARTYR
Come back Noah with your ark, for we have a new universal flood,
The world is red now and filled with Christ’s martyrs’ blood.
The two messengers to Sodom reappear and declare the murderers’ lot,
They will get what they deserve and with their false beliefs in Hell rot.
John the Baptist I saw head for Tunisia to scold the faithless,
Causing great fear and predicting terror for the reckless.
Mourning and holding the latest martyr’s corpse now headless,
Trouble awaits the murderers as in darkness they will remain restless.
Who gave you authority to torture and sacrifice the just, you brood of vipers?
Lies you tell and harm the pious since you are but the ancient enemy’s deceived helpers.
The Son of Man is keeping a record and He will remember in His Kingdom all His disciples,
Stop following the beast or you too will be of the eternal whiners.
The slaughtered believer we consider so dear,
Worthier than sparrows we are and do not fear.
Arise Lord and to comfort us appear,
Condescend a second time and come to wipe every drop of tear.
When the Lord comes and intimacy dispels distance,
The saints convene and give out the Savior’s fragrance.
Hymns of praise are voiced to stress the importance of forbearance,
Then is manifested God’s vengeance and are gathered the ripest fruits of patience.
All those who foolishly cling to the serpent’s tail,
God will prevail whilst your hopes are destined to fail.
Keep dancing in your mindlessness and consider my words a legendary tale,
Deaf you are to God’s words, but your victims will hear His triumphant hail.
The just are killed and the evil one feels exuberant,
When Christ’s followers are in question, demons are never hesitant.
Do not despair since the beast is dominant,
In Jesus’ promise we trust, the reign of Satan cannot be permanent.
Open your eyes and see Lucifer climbing the crescent,
Sorrow, suffering, bloodshed are for Christians everywhere present.
Yet joining the feast of the angels and seeing the martyrs are so pleasant,
The translucent crown of incorruption is our saints’ present.
Martyrs’ blood is dripping and we the residents of this world make this call,
In their youth were they killed and their spring turned into fall.
Abject sinners we are and the tower of our sins is so tall,
You holy victims be mindful of us and intercede for us all.
What you Satan’s slaves do is so nasty,
Your cries of joy and victory are so hasty.
You in vain deny that the fruit of martyrdom is tasty,
For those who proclaim in their final breath “Christos anesti