Who's Going To Hell...
From The Times, March 27, 2007
The fires of Hell are real and eternal, Pope warns
By Richard Owen in Rome
The fires of Hell are real and eternal, Pope warns
By Richard Owen in Rome
Hell is a place where sinners really do burn in an everlasting fire, and not just a religious symbol designed to galvanise the faithful, the Pope has said.
Addressing a parish gathering in a northern suburb of Rome, Benedict XVI said that in the modern world many people, including some believers, had forgotten that if they failed to “admit blame and promise to sin no more”, they risked “eternal damnation — the Inferno”.
Hell “really exists and is eternal, even if nobody talks about it much any more”, he said.
"A Man In A Purple Dress"
The Who
How dare you wear robes and reside
How dare you cover your head to hide
Your face from God
How dare you smile from behind your beard
To hide the fact that your hearts are feared
And wave your rod
How dare you be the one to assess
Me in this godforsaken mess
You, a man in a purple dress
A man in a purple dress
When you place your frown
Between my God and prayer
However grand your crown
Or dignified your hair
Men above men all prats
In your high hats
You priest, you mullah so high
You pope, you wise rabbi
You're invisible to me
Like vapor from the sea
I lovingly mock you noble lords
We all dress up to grand awards
I do that as well
I dare condemn your fashion sense
At least you're not astride the fence
That wouldn't sell
But I will deliver this address
Your souls conditioned don't impress
You, a man in a purple dress
A man in a purple dress
The Who
How dare you wear robes and reside
How dare you cover your head to hide
Your face from God
How dare you smile from behind your beard
To hide the fact that your hearts are feared
And wave your rod
How dare you be the one to assess
Me in this godforsaken mess
You, a man in a purple dress
A man in a purple dress
When you place your frown
Between my God and prayer
However grand your crown
Or dignified your hair
Men above men all prats
In your high hats
You priest, you mullah so high
You pope, you wise rabbi
You're invisible to me
Like vapor from the sea
I lovingly mock you noble lords
We all dress up to grand awards
I do that as well
I dare condemn your fashion sense
At least you're not astride the fence
That wouldn't sell
But I will deliver this address
Your souls conditioned don't impress
You, a man in a purple dress
A man in a purple dress
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