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.