Luyện nghe bài hát Troll

Once upon a time, you and all kind
lived underneath
had ridges for ribs dropped off into empty chests
as if your were all stolen treasures
as if an crew were hired to dig up and remove the part of you that let you feel
and while the world above you invented the you stayed put
knowing that would one day roll over top of you to get to where it's
you had an endlessly flowing supply line of
you began to brood over humanity and meals of our hope
as if crushing our spirits would make your cast better reflections than the ones they gave
as if the only way you could save yourselves was to the world ugly so no one would notice you hided in it
you learned to knit pain into a of camouflage
treated hope like a mirage that you could use to lure in your next
you off our fears, you could taste what we feared
and night, as the moon at bedtime stories on sunlight
you darkness as an invite to head out into the woods
you curled your into wrecking balls
your breath became squalls, you made rumble,
you made land shiver, you boys and girls pray that someone would deliver them from you
we them, you aren't real
and then one day, the world
but you all the same
just migrated living underneath bridges to living underneath information superhighways
days and nights became meaningless, each already deep in chest an abyss no one would ever find the bottom of
concepts love fell into your gravity
we turned into life preservers hoping to save as many as we could
but the fathers who guarded closet doors and the mothers who secured the floors under beds all their heads not knowing how to deal with you
you, who crept into our lives, with tongues like stabbing your words into our skin
you began to begin uploading yourselves into our
you had screens for eyes and software for bones
you turned your hate into
and hurled them at beauty, as if you couldn't bear to see other than ugly
different
you had like flint and scraped them against decency hoping we would be the ones to all catch fire
you all had smiles like one-way barbed wire not meant to us out, but to keep us in
always like a firing pin, you in explosions
it cute
it funny
you talked strangers death
and
and as family learns to graft skin over the wounds you gave them, you helm yourself into the scar
you have the sober back into bars, handed out cigars at memorials
offered nooses, cliffs, and pills to those who found you before they found help
you suffering
waltzed in between tragedies, gracefully dipping miseries as if we would be somehow by the dexterity of your animosity
you cheered on
dashed through police tape as if it were the finish line in a race on who could be first
now
you somehow see this as an invitation to your keyboards into catapults
which one of you can be the first to hate us best
your
dressed in riot gear
ready to incite
as if each message board is a stage who you recite hostility turning of speech into freedom of cruelty
we are stuck you
the way you are stuck with you
your is glue and it keeps malice fastened there like cheap wallpaper
we were once upon a told that none of you exist
we dismissed you as believe or myth, now
on only with
we can no longer afford to ourselves, that you aren't real
we will not let you make dinners out of the things we feel.