Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hate, Warm Blood

Late last night at rest with my
I'm visited by a victim of
A spectoral group, yet one and the same
They never live
Nor would they have a
A baby too young to walk or to
Rocked to sleep with a big, heavy
a tot with a baleful glare
Sucked from by a shortage of air

A child time without gender
to surrender
Each for one older and still
No end to how each be killed

By in the polyverse i'm all of these
Each to fall prey unnerving ease
To who knows which ambiguous
It at once knowing
And unknowing the

To things far removed from my
Or need to know and it thanked me
For sparing it death's masques
And life's thankless tasks

January, child alas
February, still still frail as
March through a formative you must
child, in god, distrusts
May and goes and shortlived is the hope
June is the halfway of your rope
child fears end of time
August child in slow
September, starts to fail
October's child, the burden
November's child on
December's is dead and gone