The Bells From Hell Poem by Alvin Parkinson

Noise! ! ! I hear noises every-where that roams my ears
I cannot sleep, eat, speak, and think but only hear
Hear what vexes me it irritates me consistently
Like a story it’s another conflict, another unsolved mystery

The Calvary I receive from the sounds of the bells is greatly
Things have been strange and have not been going smoothly lately
I wonder to my self that this must be an ad interim time of glum
I adjourn to different areas trying to free my self from the gloom

Of the bells these bells that clogs my ear drums
Disabling it to hear anything excluding it, O how come
It insists on troubling me with it’s sound and all around
The town that I found delightful it disturbs me more by getting loud

O Bells! ! ! Bells! ! ! Bells! ! ! Bells! ! ! Bells! ! ! Bells! ! ! Bells! ! !
O Hell! ! Hell! ! Hell! ! Hell! ! You have been more than nothing but Hell! ! !
Unto me and bountiful to the pest you are
A snare to my ears and cause it to bleed from the scars

You pierce on it with the tone of your voice
And lies dishonestly, and deceitfully, which ever you use as your choice
Trying to mutilate my spirit where it hurts
I tried to mute your deceptive sound but it didn’t work

More sounds more sounds seize me until I retreated to the ground
Muss my ears are and self esteem so low and down
My hearing is debilitated from the flaw ness bells
The bells that worship and praises thy name Lucifer the bells from hell