Luyện nghe bài hát Deference, Diminuend

Hellfire burns. This I can feel. Before long,
all sense will be lost to afar.
I have a witness to the
of all respect. Without the wit or will
the of all this torment lies entirely, without exception, in the
pitiful sarcastic voids it holds within.
Laughter. And never it has been in
these moments that I am held
to. Withering is the attribute to describe my realities.
Sadness can, at its utmost state, to what I am at the
shades of lights. Immolation.
MassacrI could come out of this irrelevancy. Nonsense, so much but never,
and never! Never it is that to me.
Let me fall. Regrettably my obituaries can the starlit Ferniaah s, where-ever
they may at whichever time and space.
I cannot but consider vomiting - sensing the fierce reek of the of wisdom
you exhibit. down,
light the candles and taking leave.