Glory and prays to you Satan
In the heights of heaven where
Wants you reigned
And in the depths of Hell where,
The quite, you drream in the silents.
Grand that my soul, some day
May beside you and the Three
Of knowledge.
At the hour when on your brow
Like a new Temple
Its branches will spread!
Writer(s): Charles Pierre Baudelaire, Blackie Blackie
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