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

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This is
This is

Let this be my of misanthropy
To a world of men
Who have perfected
the art of accusation

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

How I miss the warmth of red
The color of pitch is cold and
And its merciless to the

How I miss the of red blood
Its susceptibility to jet
And the might to a brutal scorching

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

Take these words of ill-tempered
Take these and
Lut deep, the soiled flesh
the brittle bone

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

We all been so wrong
Conditioned to accept and of substandard
and behavior
Reason is

are hardening
And the result is
This age is grave
Likewise its aging

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

And man will continue to suffer itself
some stand to rally the fray by firm example

Chaos must succumb to
Lest these days be

I cannot to disarray
I cannot relate

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