Luyện nghe bài hát II (Penance)

That arbitrary adjudicator
Your cruelty builds in an cycle of decrepitude
slackens with each passing seconds
Flesh weakens and
stiffen in agony
Dreams
slough
A pulp of deepest despair
A mind and afraid
Gazes upon a path of waste and regret
Gazes only to t he cold and the empty

All will
All will
All will
All fail

And so with each heavy, broken-backed step I inch to my reckoning
Sinews stiff, sloughing,
Resonating with slow decay like strings
Draped across a stave of rotting

The looms... Tearing, oppressive, stentorian
Cries once in the chapels of cold stone
Where cowled figures dripped with piety
And candles of reverence in the torpid darkness of unanswered prayers

Stoic monolith that bleeds black
Onyx shroud shed like
Penance driven into the maw of the
Stygian crust that on the carcasses of the forgotten

There is no room
Suffocation... Rejection...

A soul slithers in vapid vestibules


Fading notions of what breathed false proclamations
Granite shaped by the of supplication
Myriad visages in judgement
A solemn phalanx as one
One totem of accusation
Choral, somnolent the marrow
Of a soul laced with corrosive

Guilty - - Cringing
Crushed by
Withering within the inquisition
The last of waning hope thus scatter

I cannot see what within these sepulchral shadows
Emanating whispers of a past condemnations

One past condemnations!

Freezing reach - coiling, cloying

My is but dust

And I flee