Luyện nghe bài hát Fetesque

Infertile wet where it begins. Composition. Mud and skin. Blessed
foraging through the thing once fetal, but not dead. The
messengers are maggots, meat on their lips. through throat, mouth and
eyes. Growth tears through the organic mass. Fauna is flora in the
open wide. The oubliette, separation, abandonment. Those are death.
Stalk against stake 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 afterbirth they fell in themselves.
When takes the young away, don't just stop. Use what's left to
rebuild from the ground up, and it will be. Inside proteins. A renewed
life being released with bile's from the germinated seed. We reaped and
fed. Ingesting them and then loved and bred, remade them in out image.
dug that hid all our secrets.