Luyện nghe bài hát III (Fear)

The spirit songs scream across wind-burned
Flensing the of my very soul
Corrosive comforts
In an inexorable miasma of

A threnody that scours with the paralyzing claws
Of a lifetime of purpose

And it as at this point revelation strikes
the force of a thousand driven spear-points

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

Yet

Extant not is thy
Within this corrupted patina of
the Cathedral stands tall
And in those shadows
of centuries shrivel and die

I must on
I must haul this weary patchwork of cursive
Through a mire
Endless, oppressive

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