Luyện nghe bài hát Whoracle

I often of huge numb buildings
jet-black architecture
being when nobody sees
appearance so sudden
that few would take

And I wake up
I being crushed by one
imagining its its silence
and the of excuses for a havoced life
and the privilege of a 22-kilometre

A of black
carried no reflection
defying its own
un-earthly of decreation

There be colonies
mushroom-scattered forever out of
rising from a dying world
to pollute to chase what's left

pulverised desert stone
and serpentine mouths
away the pyramids
rewriting 4500 years of
the statue of liberty
outplays the
the fjords
invades the n y to
dream its own existence in one single word

Can we them
as the buried in our reptile skulls
or the coded in our dna