Set Apart

Set Apart

A Poem by Anathema Herem

i am anathema, cursed be my name--
left to the darkness for your peace of mind.

and i am anathema.
you were the light,
but i am anathema.

i am anathema, raised to the flame--
ascended through fire at your vanity's shrine.

and i am anathema.
you were the light,
but i am anathema

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© 2010 Anathema Herem


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wonderful... ascent of an outcast... great thought

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None so devoted shall be ransomed: Am I a thing set up to the gods, or a thing accursed? 1526, from L. anathema "an excommunicated person, the curse of excommunication," from Gk. anathema "a thing.. more..

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