My soul sickened
Metaphysical
Life is shaken to its roots; sleep had left me; the deadliest terror sits by me at all hours of the day and night
Awh
I feel that my days are numbered, and that I must die; and yet I shall die incredulous
Noo my dude
A new province of knowledge and new avenues to fame and power
Right
Your sight shall be blasted by a prodigy to stagger the unbelief of Satan
Okay