Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 136
The pain, the anger, the hatred. trying to ignore them would do no good. he had to let them flow. he had to feel them again. he had to live them again. it was the only way to find the right answer.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 21
The reason they can do that is because you saw the good in them, even when everyone else, myself included, believed there was nothing in that throng but hunger and hatred.
An Epitaph for Cluny the Scourge
Cluny the scourge by foxpiper here lies the corpse of cluny the scourge, who made many a beast miserable and their peace he did purge; he was struck down by a bell, and descended straight into hell; where his anger and hatred
Silent Spirits
We remember still the hatred, our image there has spurned. an unsung ballad waits within, the smokey clouds of sand. for as long as judging hearts, refuse to understand.
The Dark
It's only sated when i am distant, its hatred too great for those to counsel, but nor can i fight the demon, because it takes my dearest love.
True Poisen
What hatred blinds you? destroying you from the in side. is revenge your only thought? can't you let go of the pain and enter the madnnes that is life? or fo you, seek destruction?
Invisible
Strangers they intrude within me itching beneath my complexion they slide into me rough angrily thrusting deep and deeper still until i am broken bleeding secretively they tear me apart from inside wracking my frail body with their pain pushing their hatred
Fallen Worlds
I coughed and looked up at him with hatred in my eyes. "i understand your hatred for the apes, but we don't have a choice, now please don't make this any harder than it has to be." the ape practically begged.
The Hunt
The more radical of his breathren would have punished such thoughts, but he dismissed such fanaticism, knowing it only ignited more hatred. no, hatred was not what he sought.
Figuring Things Out--An Introduction
I was able to extract myself from the hatred and anger, at least for a little while, and see myself from the outside. mr. grubbs--my world history teacher--says that is called socratic thinking.
Lost
His cries rapidly weakened while the marks of hatred and hopelessness crisscrossed his form like hellish nets of hideous symbols, sapping his strength and strangling the already sickly lines of love that struggled to save him.
Spartan 0-6, Ch.1
Raised knowing only hatred of the things he didn't understand. poor kid never stood a chance."