Hate was all i knew, it built my world, it imprisoned me, taught me how to eat, how to drink, how to breathe. i thought I'd die with all my hate in my veins. but then something happened. it happened to me... just as it happened to you.
The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
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