Luyện nghe bài hát In My Human Slaughterhouse...

By night I return to the storage shed, Anxious to catch a of the dead,
Nervously, I unbolt the door, my way into this abatoir... Hot air
rushes out the aperture, A gust of flattus and methane, Inhaling the
rotting fumes as I choke, Hit by a wave of nausea I try to restrain... At
I the bloated stiffs, Terribly dislimbed and deceased, My plumpened
now swollen by putrefaction, A makeshift mortuary for the obese...
Their exceeded solely, By the foulness of their smell, Their girth
only expanded upon in death, The carcasses bloat and swell...
hypertrophy plagues 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 blubbering fat, Some were gutted, some punctured, some razed, I
I found them decidedly flat, If not yet dead, then at least bleeding
and dazed... In this dingy shack I had left them to rot, And departed the
undignified scene, The makeshift crypt inhabit now fetid and hot, The
curdling innards turned a sickly of green