February fourteenth, the shadow at dawn emerges,
And in Rome, Babylon rises, an uncertain creed.
The order of the gods portends an arcane time,
Enciphered in the penumbra of the Messiah's sign.

The altars are erected, the flesh is sacrifice,
Temples are founded with bone and ash.
Science proclaims itself: the Earth is the great center,
and it all revolves around the throne of men.

The consuming flame rises with its judgment,
The seas are rising, war is imminent.
The children of gunpowder sow a destiny,
and the wind is the specter of a faltering kingdom.

The wise man who contemplates the enigmas in the shadows
Unveils what is hidden with flames in its mind.
The Earth is not the center, it bows before the monarch,
An eternal sun of fire that rules from afar.

The night is an omen, the bonfire is the punishment,
but the thought continues its dance in the infinite.
A crime is the verb that harms the old,
but everything is on the scales of the universal judgment.

Space heretic, Copernicus contemplates
Stellar spins that hide a mystery.
The lone star whispers the answers,
but only the wise eye deciphers its brilliance.

Centuries bear witness to the fear of the unknown,
The sword and the word sustain their battles.
The gods in shadow observe the daring,
and the echo of science resonates with whispers.

Time twists in hidden orbits,
The mind shudders at the sight of the unavoidable.
And so, Copernicus, in silent nights,
Understands the forbidden, beyond the shadows.

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