Luyện nghe bài hát In My Human Slaughterhouse...

By night I return to the storage shed, Anxious to a glimpse of the dead,
Nervously, I unbolt the door, my way into this abatoir... Hot air
rushes out the aperture, A putrid of flattus and methane, Inhaling the
fumes as I choke, Hit by a wave of nausea I try to restrain... At last
I the bloated stiffs, Terribly dislimbed and deceased, My plumpened
prizes now swollen by putrefaction, A mortuary for the obese...
corpulence exceeded solely, By the foulness of their smell, Their girth
only expanded upon in death, The fleshy bloat and swell...
Postmortem hypertrophy the hefty cadavers, Their portly bodies now
thoroughly dead, The incessant buzzing of as necrovores slaver, Fills
the chamber whose walls I've stained red... I hacked through their
layers of fat, Some were gutted, some punctured, some razed, When I
finished I found them decidedly flat, If not yet dead, then at least
and dazed... In this dingy shack I had left them to rot, And departed the
undignified scene, The makeshift they inhabit now fetid and hot, The
curdling innards turned a sickly of green