The Lord established for him
A covenant of peace.
And made him the Prince.
We can pray without cease.
But we still fail to convince.I was at the mass for deceased Oratorians.
Most of them who died this year were my age.
Of every type , not all like me , historians.
For death they have now earned their wage.

And so the rope draws ever tighter.
Pulling us towards the cliff.
You can be a great and noble fighter.
But the result is the same , you’re  a stiff.

But the hymns were calming .
If not entirely reassuring.

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The final is here
We approach the end at last
Is there more to say

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See Today’s entrance Antiphon