Luyện nghe bài hát Thots

nothings
the senates corrupt
& the emporer insane

and
is a new of slaughter

supply lines are less
evil on all

eye can smell the death on flesh
-- in

trapped within the fingers of fear
and all eye see is ewe

that
those

burning like

eye can see u
the air

prostituting

and eye to attack
to rip out your heart and lay flat on your back

and a world of agony and truth
your throbbing illness of memory

... and hate our way

eye long for the icy slap of a belt my back
for the of death and blind cave war

the giving sleep of
the sweet elucidation of savage, meaningless

chiseled in the forearms of Mother Jupiter and his slave

in the tents - outside
just beyond the edges - eye

a cycloptic mare in the of imagination

feeding my
a of plagues

eye need something to remind me eye am still
pain in important
that wurdz
that healing in

that eye am not ... in this

- the houses
- the watch
- maidens, dig up sorcery
- sirens, sharpen rocks

... ewe eat my pain again

whatever u
messiah ME