I tried to make a pie crust from a bell

They say that we enclose our soul in shell.
But then we are cut off from our true self
It keeps away the demons loose from hell

We may keep our hearts that way as well
And so we are cut off from inner wealth
Today we all  enclose our souls in shell.

Sometimes trifles will not set or gell
Some may gain advantages by stealth
I blame those  wicked demons loose from hell

I tried  to make a pie crust from a  bell
The copper is not good for human health
They say that we enjoy our souls in shell.

A symbol is like water from the well
The meaning can be dug out by himself
I like those  wicked demons   hot  as hell

We petrify, we ossify our selves.
We try to buy our  grace from  off  the shelves
They say that we enclose our soul in shell.
It keeps away the demons  and all else,