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As long as nature is not allowed to rule by the rules of nature there will always be king and there will always be slave.

Ill will

Calm. Empty.

Until the feeling comes again and hurts me as it did time ago. I want to forget it. I don't want to feel it anymore. I try to escape from it but it doesn't disappear.

Here it comes again. It strikes my stomach, it freezes my soul until I feel my body is cold as ice. Time turns long, so long that I cannot see nothing but what I have now, and it is nothing at all. I loose my senses, cannot think... I can't do anything but hurting myself with thoughs that hurt me more and more. Death could not be so horrible at all in comparison with such a feeling...

Everytime I die I come back with huge ill will and hatred. A new form of emptiness invades me. No matter who dies, everybody is dead in my mind right now. Nothing matters.