Luyện nghe bài hát Inpropagation

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

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

Your mortal 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.
Bring out dead...
for use as manure!

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

Tipping and up
the contents of urns.
Every morsel glows
as in the fire.
all hope
of dispatch.
These chassis desired.

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

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

brisket renews
the
to my seed.
bodies
are my
to use them as feed.
Ploughing this
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
pastures
with furtile rot.

Incumbent.
Latent are spent.

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

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

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

So I recite my lament.
for the dead.
Their which I disturb.
Where should row upon row
of cold grey stones
my cash now grow.