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The Bell(Knell From Hell)
Crunch and grind, little gears
Bells chime and reverberate
Grating on my bones and organs
Why do they come to me to die?
Change of season
Back to back to back to bells
If I could see those bells bleed
Symbolizing nothing but implying personification
Relateability
Funeral bells or wedding bells
In minor keys, they clash against each other
Distinguishing features none
Same connotation
Brain turned to mush
Echoes inside a skull fractured
By the very hands that nurtured it
Incessant ringing of the bells
Urgent ringing of the bells
Distortion over mind
Interference in frequency
This machine of death
That feeds on hate and fear
Pales in comparing to my own.
The bells
Scream in
Blood
Drown in
Blood
Cry out in
Pain
Bells chime and reverberate
Grating on my bones and organs
Why do they come to me to die?
Change of season
Back to back to back to bells
If I could see those bells bleed
Symbolizing nothing but implying personification
Relateability
Funeral bells or wedding bells
In minor keys, they clash against each other
Distinguishing features none
Same connotation
Brain turned to mush
Echoes inside a skull fractured
By the very hands that nurtured it
Incessant ringing of the bells
Urgent ringing of the bells
Distortion over mind
Interference in frequency
This machine of death
That feeds on hate and fear
Pales in comparing to my own.
The bells
Scream in
Blood
Drown in
Blood
Cry out in
Pain
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