Luyện nghe bài hát Carnal

I tasted the fever of your
like cold grain to my mouth
I stand aside, I away
my quicksilver blood

KIA, I may see
ZOS, that I may
Insipid are the describing
The self needs no praise

This has no supplications
My rite is to and do
Things naked, pure of lust
The throbbing feeds on it all

is the best of possible prayers
The eyes are blessed to see
Downtrodden of every torment
Trans pierced hymens my adores

Many images yet one raw
Animal steps I to tread
An ideal point time is space
Memory giant sores, this journey must

of Mourning and her monsters
Lay down the scythes for I come
and priapic my baby soul
A new born one, ten million old