The bell
I'll take a trip with my imagination
I'll surf on the waves of reality
I'll ask my conscience for clarification
Then flirt and wink at my frailty
A spectrum of all that can be
Is cluttered by reality's mist
It hardens with what i need to see
But i punch through it with desire's fist
No more shall i be held
No less than should be
I'll be measured by how hard i ring Tartarus's bells
And signaling to all that i am free
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