The Bell Tolls

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: July 16, 2010

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The Bell Tolls
 
I stood upon the edge of time,
Hells gates were open wide,
The roads were many that I saw,
All leading to its door!
 
A tower did float on golden clouds,
Above the heart of men,
A bell of silver hung within,
An angel held its cord.
 
Loud the sound that cracked the veil,
Loud the sound I heard,
The silver bell did ring and toll,
And then I understood.
 
'Tis the death knoll booming loud I hear,
Democracy has died,
'Tis not a tear that I did shed,
When she was brought so low,
 
Brick by brick they tore her down,
‘Twas all an empty sham,
Only lies they found within,
Beneath it’s thin veneer.
 
'Tis many a year since I’d believed,
Since I wrote upon her page,
'Tis many a year gone by,
Since I believed the lies she’d told,
Democracy hath died,
I hear the bell it tolls,
Death and War do stand to mourn,
She will be sorely missed.
 
 
 


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