of grey matter, Ooze over sanity Cry, rage in torment Refuse to subside Possesses my thoughts In anguish I lie Tearing at the skull The visions burn
Sharp encephalitis, almost always fatal the beginning is marked by a sensation of anguish, cephalgia, fever uneasiness and undefined sensorial alterations
twitching from maddening pin Why must I die like this? Insanity not far away Mental breakdown Scathing havoc Pray for death to come and get me Inner anguish
Death, heads adorn their necks But they have lived forever Malign, nocturnal predators In the search of human cattle Drawn toward their anguished cries
one hostage dead." "Two terrorists dead." "Would you like to know what the diagnosis was?" "Some kind of electrical discharge." . . points Now the anguish
When I first landed the damage was outlandish anguish, anxiousness, and taking it for granted but when I first landed I was so relieved I lost my focus
man Unchains the dogs of chaos to complete his evil chore To make the cringing herd of man, his thralls by right of war They gorge on fatal fruit, taste
Moving toward the evil song that fate will sadly sing How the pride of man has fallen, crowning lust their only king Heaven screams in anguish and the
by the work of Edgar Allen Poe) I. Red Death It was a time when life was short Long devastated was the land Never had there ever been A more fatal plague
nowhere you came ghostlike appeared in the sky But all our welcomes were shot down in flames Superior power - invincible arms a faulty assessment, a fatal
twitching from maddening pin Why must i die like this? Insanity not far away Mental breakdown Scathing havoc Pray for death to come and get me Inner anguish
man. Unchains the dogs of chaos to complete his evil chore To make the cringing herd of man his thralls by right of war. They gorge on fatal fruit,
Moving toward the evil song that fate will sadly sing. How the pride of man has fallen, crowning lust their only king Heaven screams in anguish and
one hostage dead." "Two terrorists dead." "Would you like to know what the diagnosis was?" "Some kind of electrical discharge." ?? points Now the anguish
by the work of Edgar Allen Poe] [I. Red Death] It was a time when life was short Long devastated was the land Never had there ever been A more fatal
Death - heads adorn their necks But they have lived forever. Malign, nocturnal predators In search of human cattle Drawn toward their anguished cries
