Bell Touches Down

A silver bell falls from heaven

Michael watches it fall

From his perch in his steep silver tower

A silver bell rotates and spins as it enters the atmosphere

Covered in hideous flames,

Covered in angel's shame,

it gaines momentum through hate

and destruction it creates

Bell Touches Down

And freedom and armageddon reign

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