Luyện nghe bài hát Scornful of the Motives and Virtue of Others

Rest
is sincere
This is

Let this be my writ of
To a world of men
Who have nothing
Save the art of

Woe is he that compelled to pen
Even one of hatred
I know the hate passion with which I love is a travesty
Let writ acknowledge these facts

How I miss the warmth of red
The color of is cold and hard
And its to the tenderhearted

How I the strength of red blood
Its susceptibility to jet
And the might to withstand a scorching

How I have learned to wield scorched, jet blood
To the advantage
This blood not go to waste
All is not yet

Take words of blood ill-tempered
Take words and
Lut deep, lacerate the soiled
the brittle bone

And we all bleed together
May blood pave the way to solution

We have all been so
to accept and approve of substandard
Communication and
Reason is

Hearts are
And the is murder
This age is bound
Likewise its successors

Aging, all the while,
Developing an even more insatiable for chaos
Life hyenas and asps under vultures
That pick at the corpses of the

And man continue to suffer unto itself
Until some stand to rally the fray by firm

Chaos succumb to order
Lest these be numbered

I cannot to disarray
I cannot relate

Let be my act of defiance
Let this be my to fit in
Let be my writ of anthropy