The Triduum
It was a day of tumult and song
When the Conquerer conquered was
And our masters swooned their devilish delight
To see the one who refused at the pinnacle
Fall from such a great height.
That auspicious day! Day of triumph and victory!
was no day of light
but deepest gloom that could be felt.
For his cross was the bar
that pried the doors from their hinges.
And the gates of hell
shall not prevail
And devil's flee
from sinners set free.
For it was not just a mere incursion
But a full blown invasion
as he fit each captive now free
with weapons sharp and two-edged.
This one has, since that dark day,
ne'er failed to steal more away.
Our songs are new
as we come full force
past the strong man bound and gagged
to do these works of God
for the life of the world.
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