The sound of desperate cries and angry sighs pierce the air. Nobody is immune to the disease, nobody is unaffected. Its affliction is fate. It surpasses time, fills space and spreads like wild fire. It is an unstoppable force, spanning distances far greater than the human mind can comprehend. It goes above humans, above Gods above all that is, ever was, and ever will be. It is weightless yet brings about a weight that is so heavy, it drives us into the ground, drowning us in despair and dismay. One can not see it, yet one can see the affects. One can not hear it unless it is uttered on another's breath. One can not taste nor touch it unless locked in passion and desire created by it. One can only feel it. Feel it capture their hearts, minds and bodies, then crush them with it's cold claws. Why? Because it is a cruel force that feeds on the negative emotions which spawn from it.
Where ever this disease dwells, devastation, destruction, desperation and dismay dominate. Tears spill into the vast network of ponds, lakes, rivers, seas, oceans that cover this world. They are uniting to form one almighty force. Then when the time is right, they will strike as one, eliminating everything. There will be no more tears for there will be no more eyes to weep them. There shall be no more pain-filled cries for there will be no more mouths to yell them. Ultimately, there will be no more. And the disease? It shall be wiped out. Erased from this Earth. However I fear that it will find a way to be reborn. What then? The war, the battles will begin again. Nobody is safe. It can not be stopped. I see no other solution but to step back and resign to our fate. Bow down to this damned disease and accept whatever it throws at us. We are a damned race. Damned by a damned disease.
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