Luyện nghe bài hát Inpropagation

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

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

mortal mechanism dies
in rich.
In the turf you lie
for the taking.

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

Irrigating are shed.
But the ground be fed.
And no rest for the dead.

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

Exequiet performed.
A coronach up the flu.
Enter my inferno.
in the after-life
there's to do.

The content high
the is weak.
At the graveside cry.
never to wake again.

Burnt brisket
the
to my seed.
bodies
are my
to use as plant feed.
this abhorrant
manure.
Seedling my harvest.
Bring out your
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,
and soot
fertilising
with active rot.

Incumbent.
calories are spent.

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

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

Reaping the
to the land.
Replenishing pastures
with my sleight 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 should row upon row
of grey remembrance stones
my cash now grow.