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The devil sits at night / in the confessional of the nebula

He then tells his infinite story. In Latin he speaks.
No one knows whether he is as blasphemy, or out of boredom or out of hope does an acquittal. The stories are hot like flames from his mouth.
The fog makes the whole even darker. No one keeps it from there, everyone would die of fear. Only angels have him nearby.