Hate.
Such a lovely word. I’ve felt hate. Deep and grinding in the depths of my soul. Hate so deep I’ve wanted to kill. Mangle. Fucking tear apart hate.
God, what a feeling.
And stemming from such love.
For first there must be the greatest love. And then there is hate. And then there is murder. When I’m in hate my vision changes. I cannot see so clear. I cannot see color. I cannot hear voice. Only the pounding wretched boiling of fury. If he was in front of me now I could reach into the flesh of his chest and rip his rotting heart out. I would chew it to tiny pulping pieces and then spit it out on the ground and kick it into the dirt.
Then with my boot I would kick and kick out all my pain and hurt and yes, hate at this unfortunate head. I would kick until his teeth fell out, his eyes a mass of ocular nothingness, the nose broke off, until the whole facial structure would implode.
Lies.
Your fucking lies will follow you to the grave. Oh, but that was for the human, you monster!
I fucking hate you.
Fuck you.
God, I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!
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