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A Whisper of Love, A Whisper of Hate

One voice spoke in a whisper of love while another spoke in a whisper of hate. The love was soft, endearing and ultimately quiet. The hate was rigid, demeaning and ultimately booming. They spoke over one another, weaved into each other, cut deep through each other. They floated on the ends of a large metal scale. Shifting weight and meaning with each passing minute. For a moment, one would gain the upper hand while the other lost its balance. Hate would rain down in a hailstorm of bullets, spreading fear, injustice and corruption. Love would rise up in outspoken vows and kisses on cheeks. With nods of encouragement and acceptance. They tumbled and fought through the edges of time, always striving to break free from one another. The longer they fought, the stronger they both became. Love rose and exploded like a firework. While hate fell and sliced like a guillotine. Blood spilled from both ends. Tears flowed from each crevice. Screams pierced through the crumbling facade as the decades rose and fell. As the minds of human race expanded in revelation and shrunk in misunderstanding.

They will continue to struggle for an eternity to come.


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