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90 lines
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THE LITANIES OF SATAN
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O thou, of Angels loveliest, most wise,
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O God betrayed by fate, deprived of praise,
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Satan, have mercy on my long distress!
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O Prince of exile, who was dispossessed,
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Who ever rises stringer when oppressed,
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Satan, have mercy on my long distress!
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O thou who knowest all, Hell's sovereign,
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Known healer of mankind's afflictions,
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Satan, have mercy on my long distress!
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Thou who the lepers and pariahs doomed
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Show out of love the Paradise to come,
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Satan, have mercy on my long distress!
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Thou who in Death, your mistress old and strong,
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Breeds Hope - delightful aberration!
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Satan, have mercy on my long distress!
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Thou who dost give the outlaw the proud glance
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Which damns the crowd who watch his sufferance,
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Satan, have mercy on my long distress!
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Thou who dost know where greedy earth enfolds
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The precious stones a jealous God concealed,
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Satan, have mercy on my long distress!
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Thou whose clear eye knows the deep sepulchres
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Where multitudes of metals lie interred,
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Satan, have mercy on my long distress!
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Thou whose great hand conceals the precipice
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From the somnambulist whom roofs entice,
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Satan, have mercy on my long distress!
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Thou who by magic softens the old bones
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Of loitering drunks by horses trampled down.
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Satan, have mercy on my long distress!
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Thou who, consoling frail mankind in pain,
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Taught us to make our guns and gun-cotton,
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Satan, have mercy on my long distress!
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Thou who didst set thy mark, accomplice skilled,
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Upon the heart of Croesus harsh and vile,
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Satan, have mercy on my long distress!
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Thou who put into women's hearts and eyes
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The cult of wounds, the love of poverty,
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Satan, have mercy on my long distress!
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Staff of the exile and discoverer,
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Confessor of condemned conspirator,
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Satan, have mercy on my long distress!
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Father to those whom in his sombre wrath
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God drove from his paradise on earth,
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Satan, have mercy on my long distress!
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PRAYER
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To thee, o Satan, glory be, and praise,
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In Heaven, once thy kingdom, the abyss
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Of Hell, where, now, thou dreamest silently!
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Grant that my soul, one day, beneath the Tree
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Of Knowledge, may rest near thee, when o'erhead,
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Like a new Temple, its wide branches spread!
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