Come to me, all you wicked ones,
That I may relieve you of your wickedness,
Of the stain of depravity,
Which overwhelms your hearts,
Drunk with the wine of envy and malice.
Come to me...
That I may show you an ant gathering provisions,
And a bee producing honey,
After the flower has nourished it
With the nectar of its petals.
Come to me...
For my embrace is wide, and my patience is long.
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