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

Rest
This is
is true

Let this be my writ of
To a world of men
Who have perfected
Save the art of

Woe is he that feels to pen
Even one of hatred
I know the hate within passion which I love is a travesty
Let this writ these facts

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

How I miss the of red blood
Its to burn jet
And the might to withstand a brutal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

must succumb to order
Lest days be numbered

I contribute to disarray
I simply relate

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