The clock, striking midnight,
Ironically urges us
To recall what use
We made of the fleeing day:
– Today, a fateful date,
Friday, the thirteenth, we have,
Despite all that we know,
Led the life of a heretic;
We have blasphemed Jesus,
Of Gods the most incontestable!
Like a parasite at the table
Of some monstrous Croesus,
We have, to please the brute,
Worthy vassal of Demons,
Insulted what we love
And flattered what repels us;
Saddened, servile executioner,
The weak whom we wrongly despise;
Saluted the enormous Stupidity,
Stupidity with the bull’s brow;
Kissed stupid Matter
With great devotion,
And of putrefaction
Blessed the pallid light;
Finally, we have, to drown
Vertigo in delirium,
We, proud priest of the Lyre,
Whose glory is to unfurl
The intoxication of funereal things,
Drunk without thirst and eaten without hunger!…
– Quick, blow out the lamp, so
We may hide in the darkness!
Charles Baudelaire
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