[This is a fiction I co-authored with Louise Norlie. I will be publishing the story in serial installments, every Monday for the next little while. Stay tuned.]
I poison medicine and finish the sick
So there is no hope of recovering
So families mourn my fallen patients.
I set spikes on roads where traffic roams
So the speed of life becomes fertilizer
So haste ends in hideous fusion of flesh and pavement.
I set libraries ablaze and immolate all inside
So desire for knowledge is turned to an oven
So ashes feed the future flames of ignorance.
I plant razors in beaches
So sand lovers turn cripple
So gulls feast on dried blood.
I design weapons that wound
So dying seems not too bad
So death is the choice to being maimed.
I create forces that annihilate
So no thing can flee from this sure end
So no will obstructs my revenge.
All of this, and more, I do from mortal hatred.