Seed of Anathema

A word returning
Dug up from within the mud 
Days deeply coded

Burnflare and Flareburn
The words are known but not source
To each their own spark

How goes the cooking?
It has been over 90
Minutes and miles

What if you were God?
What is Anathema's fate?
Answer answers first

You reap what you sow
So you sew what clothes you wear
Wretched, pitiful

Poor, blind and naked
Scattered words make man seem mad
David fooled you once

Do not be fooled twice
Or you will find reversal
In the afterglow

If you touch this flame
The scar will be eternal
But will you still be? (All of this repeats.)

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