Luyện nghe bài hát Fetesque

Infertile wet soil's it begins. Composition. Mud and skin. Blessed
scavengers foraging through the once fetal, but not dead. The
messengers are maggots, meat on lips. Roots through throat, mouth and
eyes. Growth tears through the organic mass. Fauna is fucking in the
wide. The oubliette, separation, abandonment. Those are true death.
Stalk against stake be reaped. It bears the seed of those to be freed.
So suck and swallow it, wash it with green fluid. That aftertast e is
life. So soft to the touch, in the afterbirth they fell in themselves.
absence takes the young away, don't just stop. Use what's left to
rebuild from the ground up, and it will be. those proteins. A renewed
life being released with bile's ease from the seed. We reaped and
fed. Ingesting them and then loved and bred, them in out image. Then
dug holes hid all our secrets.