the thirst for vengeance

Hate. Anger. Thoughts of revenge. Hopes of retribution. They flood my head and cry out in endless song. The accursed scum who think me weak in heart. The filthy imbeciles who know naught of me. I relish the day that all whom had done me those faithless injustices will burn in their own deeds. But I must not feel these things. A person of my standing is not allowed. I only can feel for my people. I can only feel vengeful for their sake, not mine. For now, I must be strong in the eyes of them who watch. A poor outlook will result if love for my enemies is vanquished. An enemy can turn ally. And so we hope.