And here you are. . . For a long time I have noticed you on this path.
Tunnel vision, paranoia and a red haze are just a few traits of an angry man.
You are an angry man. I can whole heartedly and thoroughly assure you that anger is coursing through your veins.
Laced in your aura and pungent in your past is evidence of the creature you have become. Dull and sickening anger radiating from within.
Noting this of you, I can see how blinded you are and therefor I will capitalise. You must understand, beings of curling and twisted problems like yourself are prime targets for my gifts.
So I speak,
So I speak, "I shall gift to you three woes. These gifts will be parasitic upon whomever you choose."
Greedy and Malicious, you of course accept. . .
First Gift: You gave the first of my deadly woes to your childhood bully.
His woe erupted and spoke aeons of anguish not suitable of a childhood mistake.
And yet in glee you relish and bathe in their downfall and distress.
Second Gift: You passed this woe onto the child of your ex.
Like a spiders web, the woe spread through their entire family tree until a large cocoon of heartache and grief was tightly woven and bound to them all.
Its metamorphosis was far more dreadful than you could ever have hoped for, but in your minds eye, their suffering was just.
And now. . . what has become of this third gift?
My last woe you have kept. Hoarded as ammunition and ready to unleash the torrent of hatred and desolation should the need arise.
Yes, you are waiting for when the need arises. You are convinced that is the reason you have still not used it.
I am amused to never enlighten you to the fact that the third woe has already been gifted. . .
Gifted to you. . .
The gifts which have given unspeakable misery, pain and inhumane events, that you have felt necessary to plague people with, have also been in the midst of your very own life.
Indeed the third gift, one of the highest woes, is self-inflicted. All of the heartache and pain, the misery and suffering, was your doing alone. Follow the roots and trace them back to your very own rotten core. You have been living with this third gift for all your life. . .
An angry man? No. No more. Instead, one of broken and lamenting woes.