There He Stood

The sky was dark and grey,

Threatening to break into rain

Any moment, Man to pay

With interest, God's wrath and pain

Turn dry to teary day.

There he stood,

A pedibus usque ad caput,

His heart, bitter wormwood,

Aut vincere mori aut.

In open dilemma, saying,

Auribus teneo lupum,

Not anyone would care.

Bide he codex luris Canonici,

Claves aurea Sancti Petri

Could not be found on earth,

As it is in heaven.

But turn away from darkness,

And contra spem spero,

Look for the hope which never was,

And never will be,

Never.

Missit me Dominus,

Minatur innocentibus,

Qui parcit nocentibus.

Motu proprio,

Mos maiorum,

Mulgere hircum.