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 with Owen ever
I heard the strains of 21.
Standing the choirs,
As sang, "Laudate Dominum, Laudate Dominum".

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

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

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

"Your is spent! Your light is spent!" I cried,
As I the iron spike into Owen's eyes.
The sun sped cross the plains like that 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 will not be fuel anymore.

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

I a bruise on your brawny shoulder,
my fingers over your tattoos.
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