The Pen Falls

And the pen falls from my hand
The paper's signed and now I stand
I wonder if I'll live again
if I'll regret, rejoin the mass of men
or if this deed will shackle me
and no matter where I flee
this choice will follow close beside
and I'll be damned no matter where I hide. 

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