Road Signs

Here was I born so

Here I read the cuneiforms. 

They prophesied were I to wed 

Doom I’d call down 

‘Pon my head. 

But so it went, 

Though I was warned, 

By signs sent 

Through the cuneiforms. 

I’ve but a single 

Hint to tell:

Heed no signs to Paradise,

They’re only lures to Hell.