The Gold Bell Tolls
The gold bell rings,
It's sweet vibrations reach into out souls.
We gaze up at it's gleaming light
And wonder why it tolls.
It chimes a song of infinity
From before the start of time,
The song sung by the angels
Inspiring music and rhyme.
It tolls the sound of truth
From beyond the veil of illusion,
The sound of heaven within us,
To wake us from confusion.
Answer the call while you can
And try to sing along.
Believe these are the end times,
This world will soon be gone.
If you didn't figure it out yourself, the Gold Bell in this poem is a metaphor for the
Sun of Righteousness.
It's sweet vibrations reach into out souls.
We gaze up at it's gleaming light
And wonder why it tolls.
It chimes a song of infinity
From before the start of time,
The song sung by the angels
Inspiring music and rhyme.
It tolls the sound of truth
From beyond the veil of illusion,
The sound of heaven within us,
To wake us from confusion.
Answer the call while you can
And try to sing along.
Believe these are the end times,
This world will soon be gone.
If you didn't figure it out yourself, the Gold Bell in this poem is a metaphor for the
Sun of Righteousness.
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