The moment arrives dragging the world on its shoulders, eroding the earth to the core. Beating bones and soul in the stumbles that my existence dared to resist to let the foul breath drop a plague as old as death. I have let this immense hatred brew, at times boisterous like thunder, at times reserved. Whatever its form it flows from my arteries in all states. Escape as the flame beasts would. My blunt spirit has become certain, infallible. I immerse my existence in this cascade of hatred that welcomes me like a mother. A malicious mother who reigns between the fog and the stagnant water of my blood. I live hate and I am in hate. In my infinite humanity my heart extracted from my chest beats black like an underground pulse. After measuring its vestiges, I start out like a thief with them treasured under my arm and listen to the wood. It creaks, it splinters and my heart flies, tearing my skin. It flies with my skeleton attached to its arteries and in the corners of the abyss the shadows announce its arrival. Triumphant like a crimson dawn, the force appears in every corner of my being, breaking into the rocks of existence.
