Only hatred has just what it takes. Gifted, diligent, hard-working. The splendid fire-glow in midnight skies. Magnificent bursting bombs in rosy dawns. You can't deny the inspiring pathos of ruins and a certain bawdy humor to be found in the sturdy column jutting from their midst.
Hatred is a master of contrast- between explosions and dead quiet, red blood and white snow.
Above all, it never tires of its leitmotif - the impeccable executioner towering over its soiled victim. It's always ready for new challenges. If it has to wait awhile, it will. They say it's blind. It has a sniper's keen sight and gazes unflinchingly at the future as only it can.