Tiresome I stare at these
Black and white printed sheets
Effortlessly I answer these
Question-like thoughts while
Eyes spin to view them constantly

The bell then forgotten thy duty
Though my memory engraved with It's eternal duty
I feel threatened by it's time
Yet comfortable with it's obedience

Knowledge to be gained or lost
Choice by tomorrow's minds
Which will drown in evil
No doubt there
As evil is as everlasting as time