Beware the Upward Fire

Hate walks loud.
It snarls, it breaks, it burns hot for a moment and then chokes on its own smoke.
Those who carry hate believe they are feared,
but all they leave behind are ruins—and eventually themselves among the rubble.

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Love walks quiet.
It does not need to bark or boast.
It builds, it guards, it carries weight.
And when pressed, it does not flicker—it erupts.

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So beware the man whose strength is love.
For when you meet him with petty rage or shallow greed,
you stand against something rooted deeper than fear, deeper than pride.
You face a force that fights not for ego, but for what he would die to protect.

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Hate may strike first, but love will finish last.
Hate may cut, but love will endure.
And when the upward fire of love is roused,
every flicker before it is consumed.