Luyện nghe bài hát III (Fear)

The spirit songs scream wind-burned heaths
Flensing the of my very soul
embrace comforts
In an miasma of dissolution

A threnody that scours the paralyzing raptor claws
Of a of unrealized purpose

And it as at this point that revelation
With the of a thousand driven spear-points

A face with the lexicon of destitution
Stares back through pallid, eyes
That glitter with suppressed, desperation
To
To claw away the threads of carnation
To this stooped sarcophagus
the carcass-field beneath my feet
Abnegation - - void
The only I seek

Yet

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

I must on
I must haul this weary patchwork of limbs
Through a translucent
Endless, oppressive

Each tread summons the efforts of a thousand scouring
by inch, step by step, slowing, stooping
Until - a puppet with strings severed by the scythe of embitterment
A figure