Luyện nghe bài hát II (Penance)

That humiliating adjudicator
Your cruelty builds in an cycle of decrepitude
Skin slackens each passing seconds
Flesh weakens and
stiffen in agony
Dreams
Hopes
A blackened pulp of deepest
A mind and afraid
Gazes back upon a path of waste and
Gazes only to t he cold and the empty

All fall
All fail
All fall
All fail

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

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

Stoic monolith bleeds black redemption
Onyx shroud like skin
driven into the maw of the soil
Stygian crust that on the carcasses of the forgotten

is no room here
Suffocation... Rejection...

A hopeless slithers in vapid vestibules


Fading notions of what once false proclamations
shaped by the echoes of supplication
Myriad visages gaze in
A phalanx stands as one
One totem of accusation
Choral, somnolent the marrow
Of a soul laced with regret

Guilty - - Cringing
by stone
Withering the inquisition cloisters
The last of waning hope thus scatter

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

One thousand condemnations!

Freezing hands - coiling, cloying

My name is but

And I again