There’s a shrinking factory town
With a forgotten church
That nobody goes to anymore.

And every weekday at 8 AM
Eliza wakes up in a forgotten Motel Room
To climb that forgotten church’s tower
And ring that forgotten bell all day.

She takes weekends off, of course, she just does this for the cash.

She tried not doing it
And the cash in the unmarked envelopes stopped showing up
So she wakes up at 8 AM
And leaves the forgotten Motel where there’s no one left to pay her rent to
And goes to the church with the broken windows and no electricity
To climb the ladder with the three missing rungs
And ring a bell for eight hours
With a break for lunch
Which she makes herself
And one day she’ll die when the tower falls over
And the bell crushes her
And the cash stop coming.

To be granted a role in the Great Work
Is a reward unto itself.