Luyện nghe bài hát Inpropagation

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

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

Your 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.
Recycling my harvest.
Bring out dead...
for use as manure!

tears are shed.
But the must be fed.
And no rest for the dead.

and dusting up
the contents of urns.
Every that glows
as in the fire.
all hope
of dispatch.
charred chassis desired.

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

The nitrogen content
the is weak.
At the mourners cry.
You're to wake again.

Burnt brisket
the
to my seed.
Cremated
are my
to use as plant feed.
Ploughing this
manure.
Seedling my harvest.
Bring out dead
for the to devour.

Dry the are bled.
the ground
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 furtile rot.

Incumbent.
calories are spent.

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

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

the gone
to the land.
Replenishing pastures
my uncanny sleight of hand.
Restoring the balance.
my seed.
Defalcating the
I and glean.

So I my contrite lament.
for the dead.
Their rest I disturb.
Where should row upon row
of cold grey stones
my crops now grow.