On Hatred and Forgiveness

I hate you all
for you are my enemies.
You've caused me more pain than I can even hope to
express.
May you suffer forever for the pain I've endured
the pains of betrayal, negligence, exploitation, and cruelty.
Bullies. Parasites. Undesirables.
Those are the epithets that you deserve
for all the pain you've caused.
You come in different ways
Japanese, German, American, young, middle-aged, fat, slim, ugly, fair.
Yet you're all the same—my enemy.
Yet there are those who believe that I should forgive.
Forgive, not because you deserve it, but because I deserve peace is what they preach.
But the only peace I want is one with satisfaction.
Satisfaction, meaning justice.
In other words, retribution!
Long have I always dreamed
of having you granted immortality
so that I could torture you and inflict pain.
Pain.
A quadrillion fold the pain I've suffered as a result of you.
To forgive is for the weak and wrong.
When pain is inflicted, it must be returned.
Except, by a greater amount.
I hate you all
for you are my enemies.
But then people say "Love and Hate are two sides of the same coin."
"What you Love stays in your mind. The same applies to what you Hate."
Well, so be it then. Let them stay in my mind.
I'll imagine how they're being tortured.
Tortured. How I felt from many of their actions.
So be it then. Let them stay in my mind.
My mind is a Stalinist Soviet Gulag designed for them.
"To forgive is better than to hold on to Hate" they say.
So be it then. I'd rather see them rot in a Soviet Gulag.
To my enemies—I'll never forgive you!
I hate you all
for you are my enemies.