Luyện nghe bài hát Inpropagation

Insipid fumes
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.
flesh
used as
to and
seed.
Spreading this human
as ash matured.
Recycling my harvest.
Bring out dead...
for use as manure!

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

Tipping and up
the spilt of urns.
Every morsel that
as in the fire.
all hope
of dispatch.
charred chassis desired.

Exequiet performed.
A coronach up the flu.
my execrable inferno.
Even in the
there's 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 as plant 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
pastures
with furtile 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.
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 stand row upon row
of grey remembrance stones
my crops now grow.