Luyện nghe bài hát Seraphic Deviltry

Whether He the quaint power doth hold I know not,
aetat a thousand stars' birth He is -
Quoth I that for reasons to me
August of a granditude of is He held,
And by plastic consonantry e'en more servants to the added are -
they are, dare I say!
Maugre His diurnal deviltry
I say deviltry - 'tis forsooth deviltry! -
Mind not this in scintillating shades is;
To the glore is He suffer'd.
"Grant me the fallings", He, "the fatter the better!",
And died of starvation;
They are not slaughtering their
They are themselves.
I at time of yester the questions durst ask,
And I say this burden weightful was,
Wrack of His machine-like was I named,
Tho' blind and the jesters rebuilt
The machine - yet whetted a dight are its edges...