Fever burns the inner sanctum of the brain, br allowing an enormous strain among br the nerves within. To creep among the br vessels of ceremonious culture, br relating to the whole stream of endless br torment. br br Searching for freedom, yet finding a br doorway of doom and gloom, covered br in an unfriendly film, a good mind br stays not in tune, dies much too soon. br br A travesty, is present, the inside not in br touch with the outside, raging toward a br deep dark hell. br br It is not absurd to assume if the righteous br turned the other cheek, becoming evil br with the beasts they meet, what horrors br would we face, if evil mimicked grace. br br Is it possible, day is night, good is evil br a dream is reality and life is death. br Confusion takes over the inner core of br The brain when depression is able to reign.