Luyện nghe bài hát The Unseen

My
A trait of war
Leads to an oblivion
I can't see beyond this
As it my eyes out

I'll
But never hit the

gazes surround me for I am not atoned

Now me breathe
Gasp the last bites of air from this
My lungs by anticipation
As I prepare to enter the side

fall
But never hit the
I
But hit the ground

Constellations disappeared through
Air vanished the hole
Let to rot in dimensions beyond unreal
Hell is the corner
And already

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