I killed them. I killed them all. They’re dead. Every single one of them. And not just the men, but the women and the children, too. They’re like animals, and I slaughtered them like animals! I HATE THEM!
Even if she hates you, you got to let her hate you, so she can feel better about it, she can get better.
You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability He hates you. It’s not the worst thing that could happen.
To those who can hear me, I say do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people and so long as men die, liberty will never perish.