THE MESSAGE May 29/84 Karl Rigelhof

You were born
To prevent the scorn
Burning in their hearts
The world is torn
They must be warned
Of the yearning ripping it apart
The word is forlorn
It can't protect you from the thorns
Embedded in your flesh
What a mess
Such a waste of humanity

You have a task
You only ask
For a time we may find peace
You tear off the mask
From the last Of the decrepit priests
Raise the mast
Sail by fast
To deliver the truth
With the fruit
Of your labour
They will know
They will grow

You've made the attempt
But how it went
Will show in time
They no longer feel contempt
It was well spent
You will find
That the victims have lent
What they repent
To set the path right
To yield to inner sight
And believe what is to be

The message is near
The words are clear
We have nothing to fear
If you follow the way
And if it's not here today
It may return (next year)/tomorrow