The Bell Rings
THE BELL RINGS
YOU MOVE AROUND
THE CROWD GOES WILD
FOR ACTION
FOR BLOOD
FOR A FALL
YOU BOB AND WEAVE
YOU MOVE IN
AND RETREAT
YOU STRIKE
AND GET STRUCK
YOU STAGGER
AND REGAIN YOUR STANCE
THE BELL RINGS
AND YOU RETURN TO YOUR CORNER
AWAITING THE NEXT ROUND
ANOTHER BELL
ANOTHER ROUND
UNTIL THE FINAL BELL
WHICH YOU WILL NOT HEAR
AND WHICH WILL NEVER END
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