Luyện nghe bài hát Immaculate Pinetreeroad #930

Sixteen of age. The suburb sets the scene.
years of rage withheld and concealed.
Doors locked. drawn. Rehearsals begins.
made. The axe gets a final trim.
Shadowed figures came at night. The hands
clutch and strike his thighs. The kid would not
be weeping. kid pretending he's sleeping.

Pinetreeroad #930

Kept within his young strained mind all this time.
Not a at what grew steadily inside.
The hate during prayer at and the surpressed
at school. The need to be able to back grew.
Memories of fingers penetrating. Years of
generating emotions as fuel
when kid walks down his parents room.

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

Immaculate #930