Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necriticism

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

The morbid, body
Is dissected, and shred-
Life is hard as a technician
The go straight to my head...

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

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

Stabbing at the trachea, chest I puncture
Slicing back I tear, subject to malacia...

"Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse bruised
livor mortis, the carcass a shade of livid blue
Joints are stiffened, I now bend and
The cerebrum pulped, with collapse..."

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

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

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

The gaping chest is crudely up
Internal organs are hastily
The carnage totally
pathological waste...

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

The wounds are stitched, I shabbily try to
Disintegrating with histolycis and everyday and tear...

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

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

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

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