Do you know what hatred is?
Real, true, hatred?
The pure kind. The kind that is undiluted by human compassion, or by strong belief, or unavoidable morals.
That’s the kind of hatred I’m talking about.
It isn’t some fire in your veins at the mention of their name. That’s anger. You can be disgusted by a person and not hate them. Hatred, the kind that I’m talking about, is something different. It isn’t a fire. It isn’t an emotion. It isn’t a state of mind.
It’s a state of being.
When your hatred is pure, it consumes you. Crams itself into your mind, during your waking hours as well as your sleeping ones. It brings this sense of dread, of hunger. And it’s as unavoidable as thirst.
You long for something.
You just don’t know exactly what it is.
But it’s very directed.
Hatred isn’t the emotion of disliking something or someone.
It’s the need to eradicate.
Have you ever experienced that? Have you ever been consumed by the destruction of something, or someone, else? Have you ever looked at the idea of something and, every time you do, you find yourself wishing that it never existed in the first place?
That’s hatred.
Because even if something exists in a state of suffering, at least it still exists.
But, after I’m done…
She won’t.
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