the litanies of Satan |
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the flowers of evil [all] |
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Glory and praise to you, O Satan, in the heights / Of Heaven where you reigned and in the depths / Of Hell where vanquished you dream in silence! Grant that my soul may someday repose near to you / Under the Tree of Knowledge, when, over your brow, Its branches will spread like a new Temple! |