What vile resides in the hearts of some,
to do such terrors for reasons so selfish and dumb?
Yet, they do not seem to understand a basic fact:
their terrors will have little impact.
For no matter what they think or say,
terror does not win at the end of the day.
It's the feelings that elude them:
(Love, kindness, compassion)
that will defeat their vile passions.
For positivity is not something with which they can cope.
And, of course, there is their truest,
immortal, undefeatable foe...
Hope.
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