You made a gravemiscalculation to think volumeor intensitynegates intelligence Ego carved from glass fragile as a butterflyon a winter’s morning Delicate patternsintricately twisted into an outline of armor beautifulbut secure as frost on an autumn… 

Hate is justlove distortedthrough afun house mirror The energy raisedby angeris fueled by lovedivided Sifted downto its smallestparts to be scrutinized Then built back upinto a machine ofrage Weaponized againstthe ones we onceloved