Anathema (A Secret Message)

I dreamt the stars were in my head

And light and thunder finally met
In days of old when none had been
When vice was virtue, all unseen
And none had ever to endure

The opposites of love and joy
When none held power or allure
To make men under arms destroy

Just that which had been built so fine
Right underneath the steps of time
Beneath the loins of unnamed worlds
Of roses innocently hurled
That breathe and speak anathema

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