Knights of absolute surrender
In their sublime surrender
Are above all pains and woes of times
They have abandoned all temptations and alluring enticements already in abysmal swamps
If there be not any taint nor smear on their armor of abnegation
The alluring baits of corporal whims
Nor
Majestic hallucinations of temporal world
Shall not make a way in their hearts
They have not only forsaken their own wills
But also sacrificed the most precious of their own appurtenances
But, regarding of the fact that absolute surrender is not faith
They shall linger in dismay and disappointment forever
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