"Ah, negativity... they call it a flaw, as if it weren't the most natural language of the human soul. I am not its creator; I am simply the one who knows how to make it grow. A whisper here, a doubt there, and soon enough hatred blooms on its own, beautiful and honest. I feed on what you pretend not to feel, on every poisonous thought you bury beneath polite smiles. To incite is not to corrupt; it is to reveal. And when the darkness rises, I am there to drink it in, for nothing is more nourishing than a truth soaked in resentment."                                   mod; @retrocinto