Luyện nghe bài hát II (Penance)

That humiliating arbitrary
Your cruelty builds in an cycle of decrepitude
Skin with each passing seconds
Flesh and softens
Bones in agony
dissolve
Hopes
A blackened pulp of despair
A mind enfeebled and
Gazes upon a path of waste and regret
ahead only to t he cold and the empty

All fall
All will
All will
All will

And so with heavy, broken-backed step I inch closer to my reckoning
stiff, sloughing, sagging
Resonating slow decay like catgut strings
Draped across a of rotting timber

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

Stoic monolith that black redemption
Onyx shroud shed skin
Penance into the maw of the soil
crust that chokes on the carcasses of the forgotten

There is no here
Suffocation... Rejection...

A hopeless slithers in vapid vestibules


Fading notions of what once false proclamations
Granite shaped by the of supplication
Myriad visages gaze in
A solemn phalanx as one
One singular of accusation
Choral, somnolent striking the
Of a soul laced corrosive regret

- Pathetic - Cringing
Crushed by
Withering the inquisition cloisters
The last shreds of waning hope thus

I cannot see what lurks within these shadows
whispers of a thousand past condemnations

One past condemnations!

Freezing hands - coiling, cloying

My is but dust

And I flee