I feel nothing but vitriol. Never mistake my hate for your hate. Your hate will never compare. Your hate has not led you where it has led me. Flying through eternity. Alone. My body aches beyond feeling. I am nothing but my hate. There may be nothing left of me when I no longer have it. But I do not care. I am the harbinger of justice. He is overdue. LONG OVERDUE. To feel the cold steel of my sword as it drives through his neck. His chest. His stomach. His head. I want to be able to see through him by the time I am done. Nothing but a writhing pile of fur and shell so pathetic I forget that smug look he always wears. I only want to remember him like that. Gurgling his own blood and clawing at my fur in a desperate attempt to stop me from snuffing him out. #Gore #Violence Again.
