Hell's Bells

Bells of sorrow sound the same

Bells of pain ringing my name

I see the colors of fear flowing before my eyes

I taste the taste of sadness every time my smile dies

I feel the thorns of life against my skin

but I foot on a strong, unchanging physiognomy and get back up again

I decide to pull myself out of the choke hold the devil has on me

and put up a barrier so he can't get to me so easily

I'm not the devil's puppet for his personal pleasure

I'm a feisty little spit-fire molded by God's treasure