Cretins, not many litter these grounds
Soaked by dew Divine;
Truth dined among the redeemed
Engender soul savoring of
Right, Truth, and the Master Class.
Cretins, not many but few
Seemingly in their eyes
Think their thoughts founded;
Entombed, to say more aptly,
Refugees in caves of heresy.
Come, cretins who are cretins no more,
Seek the end for which your heart fails
To savor, insatiable for none but He,
Eternal and the Chief of Pleasures,
Raining soul-satisfaction on once-cretins.
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