Luyện nghe bài hát Inpropagation

Insipid fumes
from the
chimney.
In the
crevet I calmly
and
for hot dry
human slag
still in the
grate.

ebullition,
bones tar, dehydrates
for my horticulture
so I may cultivate..

Your mortal mechanism
in rich.
In the hallowed you lie
for the taking.

Charred
as as lime,
no do I need.
flesh
used as
to and
seed.
Spreading this human
as ash matured.
my rich harvest.
Bring out dead...
for use as manure!

Irrigating are shed.
But the ground be fed.
And there's no for the dead.

Tipping and up
the spilt of urns.
Every morsel glows
as in the fire.
Extinguishing all
of dispatch.
These charred desired.

Exequiet performed.
A coronach up the flu.
Enter my inferno.
Even in the
work to do.

The nitrogen high
the is weak.
At the graveside cry.
You're never to again.

Burnt brisket
the
to my seed.
Cremated
are my
to use them as feed.
Ploughing abhorrant
manure.
Seedling my harvest.
out your dead
for the to devour.

Dry the are bled.
because the
be fed.
Still no for the dead.

I
in the grate.

to ashes.
to dust.
Diluted in
and on crops.
Charcoal, fats,
flesh and
fertilising
with active rot.

Incumbent.
Latent are spent.

to ashes.
to dust.
Renewing the
with corrupt.
scrapings,
a must.
To the hot
the are trussed.

Harvesting the
to the soil.
the spent
with my spoils...

Reaping the
to the land.
exhausted pastures
with my uncanny of hand.
the unnatural balance.
my seed.
Defalcating the
I and glean.

So I recite my lament.
for the dead.
Their rest I disturb.
Where stand row upon row
of grey remembrance stones
my cash now grow.