Andere Kunden interessierten sich auch für
![Suffering of the Condemned]( "Suffering of the Condemned")
Suffering of the Condemned38,99 €![Condemned meat: report to the Sanitary Committee of the Honourable the Commissioners of Sewers of the City of London, upon various methods of dealing with meat seized as unfit for human food in the City of London]( "Condemned meat: report to the Sanitary Committee of the Honourable the Commissioners of Sewers of the City of London, upon various methods of dealing with meat seized as unfit for human food in the City of London")
Condemned meat: report to the Sanitary Committee of the Honourable the Commissioners of Sewers of the City of London, upon various methods of dealing with meat seized as unfit for human food in the City of London44,90 €![The Undertaker Down Under Condemned]( "The Undertaker Down Under Condemned")
The Undertaker Down Under Condemned13,99 €![The Last Day of a Condemned Man and Claude Gueux]( "The Last Day of a Condemned Man and Claude Gueux")
The Last Day of a Condemned Man and Claude Gueux11,99 €![The Present Separation Self-condemned]( "The Present Separation Self-condemned")
The Present Separation Self-condemned16,90 €![The Last Day of a Condemned Man]( "The Last Day of a Condemned Man")
The Last Day of a Condemned Man11,99 €![Condemned As A Nihilist]( "Condemned As A Nihilist")
Condemned As A Nihilist34,90 €
BACK COVER SUMMARY I keep having these dreams. At first, I figured it was stress, being that it's my last semester in college, but they just keep happening. The places I find myself...the things I see are just horrific. I see all these people, many of which are crying out, screaming in agony. The others that I see are dead, displayed or lying in gruesome and grotesque ways that make my stomach turn. There is this overwhelming sense of despair that just weighs down on me. The hopelessness that I feel from these tortured people is thick in the air and clings to my body. In every dream, I see this...figure. I'm drawn to it by some unknown desire, but regardless of how close I try and get, I can't make out what it looks like. It's wrapped in shadows, hidden from the light. And each time I see it, my mind screams to run, but despite my best efforts, I can't. I stand there frozen with fear, surrounded by all this anguish, torture, and death, but this figure's voice cuts through all the misery. Its voice is clear and surprisingly soothing as it says to me, "I will become of your world." With each dream, I feel this figure pull me closer. It needs me for something, but what? Why does it keep showing me these things?
Hinweis: Dieser Artikel kann nur an eine deutsche Lieferadresse ausgeliefert werden.
Hinweis: Dieser Artikel kann nur an eine deutsche Lieferadresse ausgeliefert werden.