Aren’t Clerics believed to be the shepherds
That marshals the ardent herd
In a bid to guide their souls?
Have they overlooked their hallowed role
Of being a lamb of mettle,
Even in the midst of moral ruins?
Their role have they forgotten?
To wrench us from Adam's sin,
Whence the fold grieves?
Bear in mind: we are all but broken shards,
Sustained alone by faith in immense entirety.
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