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The Litanies Of Satan

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O you, the most knowing, and loveliest of Angels,     a god fate betrayed, deprived of praises,     O Satan, take pity on my long misery!     O, Prince of exile to whom wrong has been done,     who, vanquished, always recovers more strongly,     O Satan, take pity on my long misery!     You who know everything, king of the underworld,     the familiar healer of human distress,     O Satan, take pity on my long misery!     You who teach even lepers, accursed pariahs,     through love itself the taste for Paradise,     O Satan, take pity on my long misery!     O you who on Death, your ancient true lover,     engendered Hope that lunatic charmer!     O Satan, take pity on my long misery!     You who grant the condemned that calm, proud look     that damns a whole people crowding the scaffold,     O Satan, take pity on my long misery!     You who know in what corners of envious countries     a jealous God hid those stones that are precious,     O Satan, take pity on my long misery!     You whose clear eye knows the deep caches     where, buried, the race of metals slumbers,     O Satan, take pity on my long misery!     You whose huge hands hide the precipice,     from the sleepwalker on the sky-scrapers cliff,     O Satan, take pity on my long misery!     You who make magically supple the bones     of the drunkard, out late, whos trampled by horses,     O Satan, take pity on my long misery!     You who taught us to mix saltpetre with sulphur     to console the frail human being who suffers,     O Satan, take pity on my long misery!     You who set your mark, o subtle accomplice,     on the forehead of Croesus, the vile and pitiless,     O Satan, take pity on my long misery!     You who set in the hearts and eyes of young girls     the cult of the wound, adoration of rags,     O Satan, take pity on my long misery!     The exiles staff, the light of invention,     confessor to those to be hanged, to conspirators,     O Satan, take pity on my long misery!     Father, adopting those whom God the Father     drove in dark anger from the earthly paradise,     O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

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