Apocalypse

In seas and stones and painful lore of weeds
In twisted runes of all things made that are
I gained a knowledge wilder than the creeds
The mightiest message trusted to a star.

Unsealing glory as a sevenfold sun
Tongued with seven thunders that adore or damn
I gained it: Tell it not to anyone
I say the secret in your ear: I am.
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