Luyện nghe bài hát Whoracle

I often dream of huge buildings
sinister architecture
being when nobody sees
Their so sudden
that few would take

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

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

would be colonies
mushroom-scattered forever out of
spores from a dying world
to pollute to chase away left

Sun-white pulverised desert
and serpentine lizard
Pales away the
rewriting 4500 years of
raping the of liberty
outplays the
inverting the
invades the n y to
dream its own existence in one single final

Can we identify
as the flint buried in our reptile
or the coded in our dna