Let the bells toll
With each a story told ,
On the green hills by the old folks
How the priests walks down the aisle ,
Preaching repentance to the lost souls .
For the farmers walking by his crops, burning and cutting shrubs.
For Crusaders in search of the truth
Holding keys that hold men from their roots.
Let the bells toll
For lovers in the park,
In each others arms listening to heartbeats
For Grandpa taking a walk for sunshine
Reaching deep his pocket for some moonshine
Travellers walking to Neverland following owl hoots,
For the cobblers running against time has to put some shine on the king's boot.
Let the bells toll
For the thief down the Parker's,
Warning that the day might be for the Parker's
For the dead man
Whose family runs from merry
Even drinks of berries
As he is sent home
Let the bells toll
As the Reaper walks through the hall
Holding in his hands keys to afterlife.
On his way to the old folks
Hiding underneath the invincible cloak
For each man a new story to tell.
All beginning when the bell tolls.
.....kazer 2018 (am in the wind)
Tm-Narcissus...Tm-beast....Tm-god
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