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Some of you might already know,

but i'm an enourmous hate freak,

i love the look on peoples faces when they're weak,

but i can hardly contain myself when i see someone else's pupils grow smaller,

much the same way mine do,

when they find something they dislike to the highest calibur,

you can feel the heat from them when you get close,

and it makes you realize how far from them you truly are.

Because when someone gets angry, or frustrated, they love to prove who the better mammal is by settling it with violence,

it is these primal instincts and many others, that pull together to make the emotion that has fueled so many through so much,

HATE.

and when you finally understand what i mean, you'll look into the eyes of someone you dislike, and you'll feel it yourself.

personally, it is an extravagant feeling, truly a work of hellish proportions, this emotion has become my favorite, and my most-used for a few good reasons:

The First would be that because of this emotion, i become THAT MUCH BETTER. I learn from peoples hate, and through experiencing their heat, and their wrecklessness, i can conquer them in their moment of blindness.

The Second reason would be because i can outlive your hate. Whatever it may be that plagues you, will be that which fuels me. i can look at your heart, and see the hatred you've bred for so long, and the hatred that has grown so clearly, and so close to you, and i can rip it from you, if but only enough to feed my fire.

The Third would be because it shows how much better you can become, the brainless morons who constantly vent their anger on other things, such as walls, or any other object which has obstructed their rage, only show their stupidity and how many negative signs it takes to represent their IQ, i've been to this place before, and witnessed it's vanities, but thrashing about to only lower ones self doesen't do any good. i learned this the hardest way possible, i lost someone to my rage. and i swore i would never do it again as long as i lived,



so i only neglect myself to show my hate towards others, i feed my fire with your hate, and begin to concentrate, and when my plan has been written, i begin anew, then, when all these plans come together, they make a grand design, when this grand design swells within my brain, i memorize it all, and then i trash those petty schemes.

And Repeat Them.

Until The Point Where I Cannot Contain Them Any Longer.









In the face of every coward
Lies the blindest of hate
And in the eyes of a sharpened image of the damage they made
You look at me to bear the burden of the suffering past
It wasn't me behind the veil of a heartless mask
And where were you the day that everybody cursed your name?
You were the distant voice of pride
That never stood the shame



-Grey