Luyện nghe bài hát Whoracle

I often dream of numb buildings
jet-black sinister
installed when nobody sees
Their appearance so
few would take notice

And I wake up
I being crushed by one
its weight its silence
and the absence of for a havoced life
and the of a 22-kilometre tombstone

A body of
carried no reflection
defying its own
un-earthly eggs of

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

Sun-white desert stone
and serpentine mouths
Pales away the
rewriting 4500 years of
raping the statue of
the acropolis
inverting the
the n y skyline to
dream its own existence in one single final

Can we identify
as the flint buried in our reptile
or the time-bomb in our dna