Exordia Affliction: The Beginning of Hatred

I abhor humans.

Hosts.

That is all you are.

Hosts,

A dolt to existence.

I seize you and claim your joy.

I will consume your ecstasy and replace with acrimony.

You shall fear my company but know,

I am inevitable.

You may attempt ease,

While enmity boils your soul.

You may attempt to vernacularize my purpose,

but my malevolence is you.

I am you.

And,

I am inevitable.