Luyện nghe bài hát Tunnel of Trees

Barren, first, the nest.
The breast.
Bloated with mystical, imaginary potential that pause in glory with of ghost, fled.
The ebbing, wound.
The disfigured prison of resonant
seeping cracks, corroded with mold.

ignorant insanity.
Misled prayers for sunshine in the hopeless, cathedral of rapid time.
Like a tsunami of death, a roaring of blood, drowning the life out of all that was good.