Luyện nghe bài hát Whoracle

I often dream of huge buildings
jet-black sinister
being when nobody sees
Their appearance so
that few would notice

And when I up
I being crushed by one
its weight its silence
and the absence of excuses for a life
and the privilege of a tombstone

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

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

Sun-white desert stone
and serpentine lizard
Pales the pyramids
rewriting 4500 of history
the statue of liberty
outplays the
the fjords
invades the n y to
dream its own in one single final word

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