The War
Fr. Paul Ward
Against your Holy Church, O Lord,
They wage a war.
No gun, no bomb, no shield, no sword,
Her mind they tore.
The battle roars against your saints,
in Armageddon.
Th’ Accuser vomits vile complaints,
The ancient dragon.
Three frogs that could work wonders great
but truly demons,
Fill the Kings of Earth with hate,
and foul summons.
The war is now, the frogs are men,
the whole Church fears.
The Armageddon’s in her tent,
with strife for years.