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belfrey and the bats therein
   risen high on heady winds
as if a quirk as if a whim
   the bats like rats within  my soul
they sat like cats within my skull
   beneath this skin inside was sin
this world will fail for lack of men
   and bats full of rabid ilk
spilled my brain with spider silk
   i quaffed the gall and rancid milk
to binge i cringe outside the fringe
   and cinder singe my heart a twinge
O belfrey and the bats therein
   i've hurt my friends my love my kin
the world will fall because of men
   as ashes fall from burning oil
demand the bats be damned to toil
   be dimmed to gnats and brought to boil
the world will fall as well as men

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