Luyện nghe bài hát Troll

Once a time, you and all your kind
underneath bridges
had ridges for ribs dropped off into empty chests
as if your were all stolen treasures
as if an excavation crew were hired to dig up and remove the of you that let you feel
and the world above you invented the wheel you stayed put
knowing that would one day roll over top of you to get to where going
you had an endlessly flowing supply of food
you began to brood over humanity and made of our hope
as if crushing our spirits would make your mirrors cast better reflections than the they gave
as if the only way you could yourselves was to make the world ugly so no one would notice you hided in it
you learned to pain into a kind of camouflage
treated hope like a that you could use to lure in your next meal
you lived off our fears, you could taste what we
and every night, as the moon at stories on sunlight
you took darkness as an to head out into the woods
you curled your hands into balls
breath became squalls, you made rocks rumble,
you made land shiver, you made boys and girls that someone would deliver them from you
we told them, you real
and one day, the world changed
but you all the same
migrated from living underneath bridges to living underneath information superhighways
days and nights became meaningless, each already deep in became an abyss no one would ever find the bottom of
concepts love fell into your gravity
we turned ourselves into life preservers to save as many as we could
but the fathers who guarded closet doors and the mothers who secured the floors under beds all shook their heads not how to deal with you
you, who into our lives, with tongues like knifes stabbing your words into our skin
you began to begin yourselves into our homes
you had computer screens for eyes and for bones
you turned your hate stones
and hurled them at beauty, as if you couldn't bear to see anything other ugly
different
you had fingernails 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 keep us out, but to us in
like a firing pin, you spoke in explosions
it cute
it isn't
you talked into death
and
and as each family learns to skin over the wounds you gave them, you helm yourself into the scar
you have coaxed the sober back into bars, handed out cigars at
offered nooses, cliffs, and to those who unfortunately found you before they found help
you suffering
waltzed in between tragedies, gracefully dipping miseries as if we would be somehow impressed by the of your animosity
you on rape
dashed through police tape as if it were the finish line in a on who could be awful first
now
you somehow see this as an to turn 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 message board is a stage who you recite hostility turning freedom of speech into freedom of cruelty
we are stuck you
the same way you are with you
your is glue and it keeps malice fastened there like cheap wallpaper
we were once upon a time told none of you exist
we dismissed you as believe or myth, now
on with resolve
we can no longer afford to tell ourselves, you aren't real
we will not let you make your out of the things we feel.