Ring me a bell,
Alarming, heats and sulfur of hell
Alarming from people that fell
Alarming bad storylines for a tell.
Shadows over the sun of a Nation
Raping daughters and killing sons of vision
Moving slowly and faster on same motion
Accelerating top gear on roads of unequal levels
… And tapping breaks for peace that travels.
Are we born to be doom in hardship wells
There goes a Prophet ringing his bell.
On same streets abandoned my gods…
A dying tomorrow, he sings and tell
Not solely of doom but he keeps ringing a bell
For ears to hear and trees to bear fruits
Not fruits of same polymers and isotopes
Nor to bring hope whereas they are but brimstones
Times are harder than a tribal damnation
Beware people of same denomination.