Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hate, Warm Blood

Late last night at rest with my
I'm visited by a victim of
A group, yet they're one and the same
They would live
Nor would have a name
A baby too young to or to talk
Rocked to sleep a big, heavy rock
Becomes a tot a baleful glare
from life by a shortage of air

A beyond time without gender
to surrender
Each shape for one and still
No end to how each could be

By chance in the polyverse i'm all of
Each to fall prey with ease
To who which ambiguous marasmus
It asked at once
And the answers

To things far removed my experience
Or need to know and thus it me
For sparing it death's multiplicitous
And life's laborious tasks

January, child alas
February, still frail as glass
through a formative period you must
April child, in god,
May and goes and shortlived is the hope
is the halfway mark of your rope
July fears end of time
August child in decline
September, sense starts to
child, the burden ails
November's malingers on
December's child is dead and