Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necriticism

Bloodied, torn and
mutilation is all that remains
Stagnation in
Empty the contents the mortuary slab...

The morbid, muted
Is dissected, and shred-
is hard as a mortuary technician
The fumes go to my head...

The trunk now depleted gristle, bactericidal decay
discissed disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate...

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

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

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

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

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

Advanced Pyathrosis - let be rot (fun in the morgue)
autodigestion - necrotic mutation...

The gaping is crudely stitched up
Internal organs are replaced
The totally disfigured
Another waste...

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

The are stitched, I shabbily 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 I now wipe, sponge and clean
away the remains of life, the slab now gleams...

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

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