text_original: Like a mushroom it had arisen, and like a dust storm on the desert wind it had roared away, bearing its freight of labor, of passion, and of evil.
text_transcription: LIKE A MUSHROOM IT HAD ARISEN AND LIKE A DUST STORM ON THE DESERT WIND IT HAD ROARED AWAY BEARING ITS FREIGHT OF LABOR OF PASSION AND OF EVIL
phonemes: lˈaɪk ɐ mˈʌʃɹuːm ɪt hæd ɚɹˈɪzən, ænd lˈaɪk ɐ dˈʌst stˈɔːɹm ɔnðə dˈɛzɚt wˈɪnd ɪt hæd ɹˈɔːɹd ɐwˈeɪ, bˈɛɹɪŋ ɪts fɹˈeɪt ʌv lˈeɪbɚ, ʌv pˈæʃən, ænd ʌv ˈiːvəl.