STC Saturdays: Se7en Deadly Sins vs The Lost Room

The hatred runs deep...deep into my veins...coursing through my flesh and bone.  Boiling my blood and churning my flesh.  There is no end, means or reasons for my internal hate.  It is as much apart of me as the blistering sun is as part of the sky.  It has resided in me since the birth of my existence.  My life has flowed with the ebb of it lust for blood.  Smouldering amongst a whirl wind