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Hells Bellís

eerie sound of bellís chime
my feet moving to the rhythm
of blood dripping in a bottomless bucket

nauseated from smell of burning blood
skin melting like marshmallow flesh
bones crackle as flames rise

devil sighs as souls moan in agony
his devilish grin makes me quiver
my bloody reflection revealed in fire red eyes

mind to weary for sensible thoughts
when midnight hour approaches
hells bellís chime no more.....

nor will souls moan

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