for every time i have seen someones life flash before someones eyes brings back the satisfaction of fleash its self,rooms filled with shreaded glaze of amputated embolments brings out the SAVAGE from its intense scarce of sacrafice!it lurks for its week body needs the satisfaction of death,in these times of its need it feeds on its emages and that IMBRACES it to go on, it has made its deal with the devil its been at it for years its life is so faital, for not even it menion can embrace the impulses of its rage,