The battle of Hate and Love

In battlefields where love and hate constantly war, both sides suffer severe
Casualties… but hate is winning the battles,
Its draft system is more convincing, spreading like wildfire in dry corn fields.
Too few are ready for combat in the armies of love and the wounded refuse to
Fight, cowered in their foxholes, in fetal position, hugging their knees with
Their forearms and clutching their helmets, overwhelmed by fear,
While the soldiers of hate sport their scars of war like medals of Honor. Their
Engine for battle fueled by vengeance, their thirst for happiness quenched by
Your failure, misery and despair; and are only satisfied by the pleasure in destruction, and so
It seems as if love came to battle without the proper weaponry.
It’s got winged
Babies with terrible accuracy shooting arrows while hate came with sharpshooters and warriors Armed to the
Teeth.
Armed with jealousy and an infinite supply of grudges as artillery.
Ignorance as a helmet and selfishness for body armor.
They got prejudice grenades and anger for a tank and the devils the general
Taking no P.o.w"s
I've seen loves soldiers defeated on red stained floors, bleeding faith,
Staining their hopes with pessimism,
Bodies riddled with bullets, mangled by violence.
The putrid stench of depression and the silence of sorrow lingering in the air,
And everything is covered in blackness.
Yet that very same grim darkness gives birth to a light emitting from a force
That is not the sun, but a soldier whose passion for life burns hotter than any fire known to man. Possesses a strength fear itself fears and out for
Encouragement he tells his comrades:
“Do not fear death my friends for we are
Immortal, gather your masses and heal your wounds, love your enemy for he is your brother, have courage and you shall
have victory”.