residentroguewriter #01

Rogue has always been treated with love and kindness. Affection. Compassion. Ardor. Togetherness. And of the like. Rogue yearns for hatred. Rogue wants the generations to hate him. He wants these heads and hearts to remember him with disgust. Rogue is tired of doting and devotion. Hatred fuels his life with tomorrows. For love never treated Rogue well. Oftentimes, he wonders, "What good does love bring? What good has it done to Rogue?" It is true. Love bears young heartbreak in its crushing womb. And as heartbreak comes of age, its sufferers father hatred. Hatred. Their illegitimate offspring. And Rogue shall parent it soon.