Luyện nghe bài hát Fetesque

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