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Onwards and onwards in a cycle we move,

Perched on an edge between the old and the new.

I am the serpent, I am the libra,

My scales are glistening, my halo bright.

I am the herald, I am the scripture,

I’ll arrive tomorrow, I’ve always been.

Read the writing on the wall,

Tomorrow’s news in freehand.

See the rise and fall

Of fashionable ideals.

Look at yourself:

You make the same mistakes again.

Look at all of them:

They make the same mistakes again.

Blood will fade,

Like stone will break,

Time won’t stand still,

Life will cease.

Things fall apart,

The centre cannot hold.

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed

And innocence is drowned.

Shirk away from the blood on the wall,

Tomorrow’s sacrifice for freedom.

Freedom to return to square one,

To make the sacrifice once more.

Decrepit pawns

Where once they shone,

But now the gyre is getting

Ever narrower.

The darkness drops again but now I know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare

By a rocking cradle.

And now the lion awakens

To impose control on men.

It drags us towards our end

And when our world dies,

Another will be born.