Luyện nghe bài hát Immaculate Pinetreeroad #930

Sixteen years of age. The suburb the scene.
Sixteen of rage withheld and concealed.
locked. Curtains drawn. Rehearsals begins.
Preparations made. The axe a final trim.
Shadowed figures at night. The hands would
and strike his thighs. The kid would not even
be weeping. This kid he's sleeping.

Pinetreeroad #930

Kept within his strained mind all this damn time.
Not a hint at grew steadily inside.
The hate prayer at supper and the surpressed
at school. The need to be to strike back grew.
Memories of fingers penetrating. of terror
emotions functioning as fuel
when this kid walks down his room.

Parts of bodies found. The blood splattered all
The result of the hate unleashed. Just one was heard.
This suburb disturbed. This pained mind
has peace. In the backyard. Shotgun at his side.
to identify. Sixteen years of age and dead.
Sixteen years of to an end.

Immaculate #930