Sign of the cross
I've got the sign of the pen
maybe everything that could be
must eventually happen
I don't even know
if that's horror or glory
So what in hell
could possibly wind up this story
the worm is strong in me
it turns and turns
these days they praise disruption
but all whistle when it burns
signs of the times they say
no signal for a halt
the way all things just have to go
and surely no one's fault
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