Those with mercy shall cure the blind,
Choosing their wrapped friends,
Citing prizes and complaints.
One is full of concern for the youth
Who see nobly the signatures of the gnostics.
Their dear friendship outlasts time
Endless, the times of the forefathers
And descendants who shiver along the sun.
Heat is without the letters of pain,
Saving us from safe passages,
For delivering the dangers to the fires
Is like igniting the flames of a devil chained.
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