Hate. Slavery, in which we find our painful comfort. The citadel of demons we create to please our egos. We love to hate others. After all, they are not like us; they do things wrong, they are wrong. We want their suffering. We want to suffer ourselves. We lose ourselves, feel the pain, and burn in the unquenchable fires of hell to satisfy our inner voice. And it is never satisfied. Hate is only a whim of our ego. It is not the truth. But we don't care. Its voice is what leads us. It kills all life. It can even kill hope.