Universal Church

Universal Church

The pulse that runs through the Living Church is slowing. The life-blood that at times has run blue with wealth, purple with majesty, green with envy, and red with hatred for thousands upon thousands killed in Her name.

Kyrie eleison

It has lasted centuries, Holy Mother Church, outlived the greed of man--the sin of man--the hatred and jealousy, the deadly sins that plague the world have plagued Her. Continually, She purges herself of disease, purges herself of infestation, purges herself of the imperfections of man that she, like a Phoenix may rise from the ashes reborn. The cycle continues--condemnation, crucifixion, death, and resurrection--the Church takes on the cycle of rebirth.

Kyrie eleison

She is timeless. With Her own hands, She has cared for the poor, the oppressed, the sick lepers cast away from humankind. In the image of Christ himself, She has walked among the poor, the oppressed, the meek--and with them She has inherited the earth. While She has not surpassed Islam, her touch spans the globe, Her arms outstretched embracing the world.

Christe eleison

Often those who work in Her name forget Her mission, Her grace. She is the embodiment of Christ on earth. She is the continuation of His work and spirit. She represents the compassion and mercy of Christ on earth. However, her work is in the hands of men.

Christe eleison

Controlled and driven by men, imperfect and corrupt, Her hands are stained with blood. She weeps but the tears do nothing to wash away the stain. She can be the oppressor. Her priesthood, by no means free of sin themselves, casts stones at those they fear, those who, in many cases, they might be, and those who, under the white protective collar, they often are.

Kyrie eleison