A raspy clang
Spoke from a bell
Iron it was
Rusting to hell

A raspy clang
Told a story
Of a life lived
Steeped in glory

A raspy clang
Broke the eve
Sent hundreds of notes
Sinning through the trees

And yet a rasp
Resonate and sound
Screamed a hell, not from within
But above Earths ground

So loud and clear
It fired as if
A rifles point at deer
And stung its rasp
And strung its rasp
And stung its rasp
Deep inside
Where common ones live
Hiding their lives

A raspy clang
Broke from silence
Broke from its highest
And shattered crisp dark air
For once
And for all
For all, who care

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