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

Rest
is sincere
This is

Let this be my of misanthropy
To a world of men
Who perfected nothing
the art of accusation

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

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

How I miss the of red blood
Its susceptibility to jet
And the might to withstand a 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 blood
these words and
Lut deep, lacerate the soiled
Impact the bone

And we all will together
May this blood pave the way to

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

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

Aging, all the while,
an even more insatiable thirst for chaos
Life among and asps under vultures
That pick at the of the fallen

And man will continue to unto itself
Until some stand to the fray by firm example

Chaos succumb to order
Lest days be numbered

I cannot contribute to
I simply relate

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