Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necriticism

Bloodied, and twisted
Severe is all that remains
Stagnation in
the contents onto the mortuary slab...

The morbid, muted
Is dissected, lacerated and
Life is hard as a technician
The fumes go to my head...

The now depleted gristle, with bactericidal decay
This discissed I bludgeon as I ablate...

Diluted spittle, and gore
Congealing on the floor
Grotesquely
As the cavities I sever...

Stabbing at the trachea, chest walls I
Slicing flesh I tear, subject to malacia...

"Advanced rigor mortis, the internally bruised
Kaleidoscopic mortis, the carcass a shade of livid blue
are stiffened, I now bend and crack
The cerebrum pulped, cranial collapse..."

Bodily embalmed and fluids
Maceration is oozing, as the I unwrap...

Finished with the fragments, a mass of waste
Spread-eagled bloody mess, I eviscerate...

Pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - mutation...

The gaping is crudely stitched up
Internal organs are hastily
The totally disfigured
pathological waste...

Flowing crusts
The corpse is totally rotten to the
The miserable, stiff
I dismember my saw...

The wounds are stitched, I try to repair
with histolycis and everyday wear and tear...

"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, and deceased
gases are gurgling as they bleed
Congested pus, and autodigested gore
Tissue as aggression gnaws..."

The mortuary table I now wipe, sponge and
Washing away the remains of life, the now gleams...

The evaporating reek of putrefaction gets up my nose
Carnage, and leftover pieces in the bin I dispose...

pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul - necrotic mutation...