Love, hate and silence.
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Silence is the fuel for love and hate.
It can preserve the object of love in its pristine condition
It is the fuel for the fire for the bonfire
Than burns. Straight through
With silence the most magical building can be constructed
In the middle of the sky
A building without foundation.
Explicitness, the architect of solid foundations.
Builder of the real and concrete
Could not build such a building.
It method is too brutal, too true
To cope with such a flimsy structure.
Hateís castle sit upon the mound of silence.
Propped up by its own constructions.
On top of thing unsaid, unseen and unknown.
Itís tower of ignorance surveys the confines of its own narrow window
in all it panoramic qualities.
And so it is that through silence, love turns to hate.