The Bell tolled and death did
Look upon the masses below
"Deeming all unworthy"
He did reach in
Ashes,
Dust,
Relics,
Of a age before, like seeds he sewed
Those below, The bell chimed
And the Clapper greeted the sides
Of the bell, and below coughs
Brought forth, the
Seeds,
Sowed,
Maturing,
Now in to growth, as death perches
Up above, With each stroke
Time
Is now counting down,
Coughs,
Blood,
Temperature,
Chimes were heard though no longer
there, And the seeds flowered
With the final ringing of the
Bell,
So death had claimed many in one go,
And in a final exhale
Each did spew forth
Ash
Pestilence
Death
Had his opening, with each breath
Which was their last
Did they spread the seeds
That like dominos
Claiming more for the  
River sticks,
And with each one seeded
Chimes were heard as they counted down.