The Testament of Hatred is a manifesto; an account of the forces a man inherits when mercy fails him. It is not a study of violence, but of the architecture beneath it: the quiet lattice of memory, betrayal, and clarity. Hatred, in its pure form, is not chaos or blind rage; it is structure. It is memory refined, sharpened on the stone of every abandonment. What survives is not fury but recognition, the part of a man that refuses to kneel.

These pages are a record of that truth. Not an argument, not a plea, simply a declaration of what remains when all gentler things have been burned away.

This is not doctrine.

This is witness.

This is my testament..