Luyện nghe bài hát Fetesque

Infertile wet where it begins. Composition. Mud and skin. Blessed
scavengers foraging the thing once fetal, but not dead. The
are maggots, meat on their lips. Roots through throat, mouth and
eyes. Growth tears through the organic mass. Fauna is flora in the
wide. The oubliette, separation, abandonment. Those 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 with green fluid. That e is
life. So soft to the touch, in the they fell in upon themselves.
When absence 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 with bile's ease the germinated seed. We reaped and
fed. Ingesting and then loved and bred, remade them in out image. Then
dug that hid all our secrets.