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The Bad Monk

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Written by Charles Baudelaire

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 On the great walls of ancient cloisters were nailed
Murals displaying Truth the saint,
Whose effect, reheating the pious entrails
Brought to an austere chill a warming paint.
In the times when Christ was seeded around, More than one illustrious monk, today unknown Took for a studio the funeral grounds And glorified Death as the one way shown.
—My soul is a tomb, an empty confine Since eternity I scour and I reside; Nothing hangs on the walls of this hideous sty.
O lazy monk! When will I see The living spectacle of my misery, The work of my hands and the love of my eyes?

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