Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necriticism

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

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

The trunk now depleted gristle, with bactericidal
This discissed disarticulation I as I ablate...

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

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

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

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

Finished with the fragments, a of stinking waste
bloody mess, I hastily eviscerate...

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

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

blood crusts
The corpse is totally to the core
The miserable, stiff
I with my saw...

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

"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and
Eructated gases are gurgling as they
Congested pus, blood and 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...