Ankylosis or anchylosis (from Greek ἀγκύλος, bent, crooked) is a stiffness of a joint due to abnormal adhesion and rigidity of the bones of the joint, which may be the result of injury or disease. The rigidity may be complete or partial and may be due to inflammation of the tendinous or muscular structures outside the joint or of the tissues of the joint itself. Noma—a gangrenous disease still widespread among malnourished children living on the borders of the Sahara desert—can cause ankylosis of the maxilla and mandible, impairing the ability to speak and eat.
When the structures outside the joint are affected, the term "false ankylosis" has been used in contradistinction to "true ankylosis", in which the disease is within the joint. When inflammation has caused the joint-ends of the bones to be fused together the ankylosis is termed osseous or complete and is an instance of synostosis. Excision of a completely ankylosed shoulder or elbow may restore free mobility and usefulness to the limb. "Ankylosis" is also used as an anatomical term, bones being said to ankylose (or anchylose) when, from being originally distinct, they coalesce, or become so joined together that no motion can take place between them.
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Our beautiful bodies lie silent in the ground,
We are left to decay relieved of our pride,
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Never to be seen..
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Never to be suffered again,
You know nothing to be the same.,
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We lie dead silent in the ground,
Until the seeds of darkness,
Grows high to give us relief,
Wish I had a dagger sharp..
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woe,
We are the army of empty souls beyond healing,
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secret out of sight,
Black wings that tremble the night and hearts never
cease to burn,
Never cease to bleed,
No recovery, no life, no morphine,
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Entangled in woe,
Our faces bear such pain,
Never to be suffered again,
You know nothing to be the same.,
Here among our graves,
Our beautiful bodies lie silent in the ground,
We are left to decay relieved of our pride,
Wish I had a dagger sharp..
Empty to the core we are frozen in our path trapped in
woe,
We are the army of empty souls beyond healing,
In the dark of the obsidian night we stay still &
secret out of sight,
Black wings that tremble the night and hearts never
cease to burn,