Down in the deepest secrets of your shadows, I see the torch of the priest has she holds the knowledge, your heart is in my hands now for your profit. I shiver in the corner of the gloom, and everything you think I will hear. I’ll be the devil behind your tail, and like a bomb I will bring light. Carefully unsuspected, perhaps in special occasions I will accept Visa.
Image information: The Flaming Spirits of the Evil Counsellors - Dante's Inferno by Gustave Dore, 1861.
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