My heart pounds in my chest.
The terror of death assaults me.
5 Fear and trembling overwhelm me,
and I can’t stop shaking.
6 Oh, that I had wings like a dove;
then I would fly away and rest!
7 I would fly far away
to the quiet of the wilderness. Interlude
8 How quickly I would escape—
far from this wild storm of hatred. Psalm 55:4-8
Lillie-Put 
Indifference. To suffering and want in others. To service where it is sorely needed. I don’t know that it CAUSES hatred of the magnitude of which you speak, but it sure contributes.
I think the power of hatred is not usually built on the sweeping strokes of destruction. In most cases it is founded on a million little pebbles of meanness.