The cold truth
The cold truth is that hate and love are nothing alike.
There is no fine line between them, just one big gapping hole.
You see people want so badly too fill that hole in the pits of their bleak hearts they will throw anything in and that's when it starts to fester and rot, because they want to feel too much.
They are nothing but fools for emotion, for love, for feeling.
Anything to feed their greedy little hearts and stops the turmoil inside; they don't know the purity that feeling can bring.
They think the more the better and why shouldn't they, their not prodigies or geniuses nor are they Uchies, not like me.
I have achieved something that no other has before; Purification of the mind, of the body and I am one black chasm of emotion, filled to the brim with hate.
My only purpose is wrath, the destruction of myself to achieve the goal that was forced upon me.
I am an avenger; a puppet dangling from threads and each person whom has spurred me on and tried to intervene with my fate holds a string, Sakura, Kakashi, Oarochimararu, Naruto and Itachi as the puppet master, because he is the chain reaction that still leads me down this path.
There is no such thing as destiny but my fate has well and truly been sealed.
I have never and will never be in control, I am merely a pawn that has survived long enough to know the outcome of this game.
Naruto is the knight and the castle and all the other pieces that matter and he will fight and he will be victorious, but that's ok because I'll also be victorious, as I am the one thing he'll never be able to win.