An Emotional Excerise

how dare you show such rage. The world has not slighted you. It has never concerened itself with the cares of a singular being. Th world’s attention is focused primarily on itself, the survival of all as a whole, instead of the comfort of one.

Still, is intrigues me. That this feeling of rage and injustice that soaks your soul. Never have I felt an emotion like this.

Not in an individual. I have felt it before, the rage of the Mob, but that has always been a thousand upon tens of thousands of people, all seething and writhing with this feeling of unbridled hate.

But you…

Some how, as impossible as the sensation is, you hold it in, and wrap it around yourself. You bind it down and harness it, that this unbridled passion of hate is now a focus of all the thoughts you possess. It captivates me. Never, in my long multi-existence, have I seen such as you.

And I have seen several, throughout my lives. I’ve felt the desert sands of Eygpt as I built the Pyramids, the cruel whips of scorn gouging my flesh and leaving marks, most on y body, some soe on my soul. I’ve felt the icy winds of Mother Russia, weeping down the frozen tundra as I walked, a journey of a hundred miles, feeling as if each step I took was a hundred, in and of it self.

I have felt pain such as yours, and yet, I understood my pain. It grew within, but I grew without. You cannot begin to comprehend the pains I have held to my soul. And from their, you cannot begin to understand the power I have sieved from the pains of my heart.

A power that you cannot hope to intimidate.