The Tale of Bella Dodd

In shadows dark, a tale unfolds,
Of secrets kept, of truths untold.
Bella Dodd, with scheming art,
Sent men of red to play their part.

A thousand comrades, sworn to sow
Division deep, where faith did grow.
Into the fold of Rome they crept,
Their mission clear, their purpose kept.

As priests they stood, but not in grace,
Their hearts aflame with Marxist chase.
To twist the Word, to bend the knee,
To spread dissent, to bend the tree.

But in the heart of Rome's embrace,
A light still shines, a sacred place.
For truth prevails where shadows lie,
And faith endures beneath the sky.

Though Bella Dodd may plot and scheme,
The Church stands firm, a timeless dream.
Her walls may shake, her pillars strain,
But Christ's own promise shall remain.

So let us heed this cautionary tale,
And guard the Church, lest she should fail.
For in her unity lies her might,
And in her truth, eternal light.

 

-Chesterton's Jest