There is a hate now seeded in me so deeply that I can foresee that it will grow to be a great Tree.
That tree will bud and sprout as quickly as my fury, bursting beneath the surface as white hot rage, and then smoldering into embers that burn until the bark is formed.
Gaining strength and momentum it will sprout branches to reach out and gather more for its rabid growth, seeking to destroy the life that, through its heedless actions gave it original sustenance.
It will devour both Mother and Father until it has nothing left with which to nourish itself.
And then it will prey upon whatever poor creature enters into its path..
And even if someone could save me from the tree, it would only spill the last of my heart's blood out from beneath the bark.
Hot and useless..
..because without the hate, there is nothing left to have a heart for, not anymore.
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