Luyện nghe bài hát III (Fear)

The songs scream across wind-burned heaths
the rind of my very soul
Corrosive comforts
In an inexorable of dissolution

A threnody that scours with the raptor claws
Of a lifetime of unrealized

And it as at this point that strikes
With the force of a thousand driven

A face etched with the of destitution
Stares back through pallid, jaundiced
That glitter with suppressed, shrieking
To
To claw away the of cloying carnation
To force this stooped
Into the beneath my feet
Abnegation - - void
The only I seek

Yet

not is thy solace
Within this patina of deathsoil
Still the Cathedral tall
And in those shadows
of centuries shrivel and die

I must on
I must haul this weary of cursive limbs
a translucent mire
Endless, wake

tread summons the efforts of a thousand scouring exhalations
Inch by inch, step by step, slowing,
Until - like a puppet with strings by the scythe of embitterment
A collapses