Oh you, the most beautiful angel, and therefore the wisest
.
outside God luck and praise fasting, Satan
Oh have mercy on my long misery!
Prince of exile, whom they hated, and yet you rise up
harder,
Oh Satan have mercy on my long misery!
You know everything, oh great king underground
family doctor of human anguish,
Oh Satan have mercy on my long misery! You
even the lepers and pariahs lower
samples only for love the taste of Eden, Satan
Oh have mercy on my long misery!
O thou that death, your old and constant lover, engender
Hope, this adorable insane! Oh
Satan have mercy on my long misery!
Thou dost to that proud look
chased around the scaffold that condemns an entire people. Oh
Satan have mercy on my long misery! You,
in the heart of worship whores
turn on the wounds and the love of the shrouds. Oh
Satan have mercy on my long misery!
Staff of exiles, lamp makers,
confidant and conspirators hanged. Oh
Satan have mercy on my long misery!
adoptive parents who, in his anger, threw the earthly paradise
God one day. Oh
Satan have mercy on my long misery!
Prayer
.
outside God luck and praise fasting, Satan
Oh have mercy on my long misery!
Prince of exile, whom they hated, and yet you rise up
harder,
Oh Satan have mercy on my long misery!
You know everything, oh great king underground
family doctor of human anguish,
Oh Satan have mercy on my long misery! You
even the lepers and pariahs lower
samples only for love the taste of Eden, Satan
Oh have mercy on my long misery!
O thou that death, your old and constant lover, engender
Hope, this adorable insane! Oh
Satan have mercy on my long misery!
Thou dost to that proud look
chased around the scaffold that condemns an entire people. Oh
Satan have mercy on my long misery! You,
in the heart of worship whores
turn on the wounds and the love of the shrouds. Oh
Satan have mercy on my long misery!
Staff of exiles, lamp makers,
confidant and conspirators hanged. Oh
Satan have mercy on my long misery!
adoptive parents who, in his anger, threw the earthly paradise
God one day. Oh
Satan have mercy on my long misery!
Prayer
Glory and praise to you, Satan, on the heights of heaven, where queens and in the depths of hell that dream, defeated and quiet, make my soul under the Tree of Knowledge , sit near you when, on your forehead, as a new church expand its branches.
Charles Baudelaire
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