Idle bells rang
As suffice
To-say
Today, I went to the Church
And prayed in forgiveness
To a Song I sang once
Before,
And no-one
Knew the Name
But Bells rang
And I shouted
“The mists are not crowded.”
Tolerance was plays
For dismal obeselisk trays
And I too felt
That the Chess Board
Did not have Enough
Players.
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