Though I am the bearer of fragility and foolishness, I harbor no hatred. I am the spark before judgment, the ghost disguising pride; I cannot give in to hatred. But you! You can tell me what it is like to hate with fury. Deliver me from naivety and expose the shadows running through the heart of every man and woman. I know these shadows; you have become your shadow. You furiously cast fear and hatred into empty vessels. I have only sadness and compassion for your malice. Do not mistake my sadness with despair. You are the one who is full of despair; You feel so weak in your ways that you turn to hate. Ashes embrace you but are soon fleeting.
Memories of those forsaken soon spell disaster on your tongue. And where has your arrogance led you? What path trembled, split, and shattered beneath your feet? Who is to blame for your disillusionment?
How much is your love worth now?
No longer able to bear your reflection, you cast shadows on those around you; but this is not the world’s fault. It is your fault. You are too scared to see it, but you must. Your mind cannot breathe as burials burst from beneath and settle on the surface. You are falling apart. Your lies collapse into your chest; your legs shake as exhausted bridges plummet from the air. You have a tenuous grasp on reality, and beneath it all, you are full of fear.
Because of this, you have my love; Do not mistake this love for weakness. It is because I love that I may see you as God intended. Everything exists because I love; life is love. Your hatred does not succeed because there are those who will continue, into the abyss of time, to love one another. That is my answer to your hatred: to love. I feel heartache because I love and grace because I love. You and your hate will burn, and burn out.