Luyện nghe bài hát Tryst With Mephistopheles

I stumbled on the path.
Clumsy, clumsy.
No am I.
I can't even my shoes tied.

I've been in love Owen ever since
I the strains of Psalm 21.
between the choirs,
As sang, "Laudate Dominum, Laudate Dominum".

Damn, I wrote it down, but I left it in the pocket of my jeans.
Scrawled across the foolscap: "I don't know what devotion means,
I know what your devotion means."

And up, upon the I can see
The one I as a boy.
The Creator, The White Noise.
The Great Noise.

Charged and up the ridge.
The are empty, the coffers too.
They in the flood, and so will you, I swear, so will you.

"Your is spent! Your light is spent!" I cried,
As I drove the iron into Owen's eyes.
The sun cross the plains like that cinematic moment where
and nature collide.
When you think, "Everything's be all right,"
Just the hero gets a bullet in his side.

off the clifftop,
Listening for the spatter, floors below.
come the vultures.
I not be your fuel anymore.

Now the author has silenced, how will they ever decipher me?
I they hear these words and are convinced
You never even me.

I draw a on your brawny shoulder,
Scratch my fingers your tattoos.
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