- Oeishik
He becomes It
It empowered hate
But hate hates that it always fails to get
Anywhere near victory over love
No matter how much it empowers
Only itself it cowers
At the feet of mercy.
Hate begets hate
Like fire begets fire
Then it dies when embers fly
It kills itself on its own pyre.
But love is the burning bush
Lit to the top yet untouched by fire
Higher and higher
The inside fire
That does not tire.
For a resolute rebuilding
Dispassionate desire.
The purest love is forever unburned.
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