When Evil attack....You Pray!

Morning was mourning in dark smoke,

Today the Sun couldn't reach the Narthex,

Ablaze you were, charred and ached,

 When they came to this holy place,

In silence they knelt heart burdened in pain.

No morning bells rung today,

Pew and Prie-Dieu burnt in ashes and dust in they lay,

The Altar’s died in dark reek,

In vapors of grey the Pulpit lay,

Some demon touched this place,

Some Evil wants to take our advent away,

Burn this bring it down to ashes,

Himself testified in three days HE will rebuild this place,

Quench your thirst Oh! Those Evil hands and heart,

Your hands on this place, trample it, burn it, crush it,

Soul you cannot take away,

Every sadden heart is on keens,

With closed eyes and heart filled with prayer,

Time after time you rip our body with nail, fire and guns,

Our soul’s intact; you cannot claim it for your game!

Mass, Songs and candles, brothers and sisters today we march,

Rise still stronger in our humble prayers,

Prayers to heal your nefarious soul,

We shall offer this and for every evening prayers.