Someone once said that love is a battlefield. Love is something that people waste their lives on. Love drives some to the ends of the earth to prove to others how they feel. With the same hand, love drives people to their own deaths from feelings attributed to rejection. It is not rejection that does such things, it is the fire of love burning the hands of its torchbearer.
Love is a force that destroys life, but love also creates life. Could it be that love is the universal god who has created all, the same one who casts nonbelievers into the burning abyss? No, it shan't be, for those who do not believe in love are sometimes the happiest among all.
I have seen love turn the most intelligent, respectable people into blithering, drunken idiots and I have seen it turn blithering, drunken idiots into the most intelligent, respectable people. It has destroyed those closest to me and I have even let it close enough to destroy a part of myself. Love is a two-edged sword placed in the hands of an enraged two year old, thrashing about, cutting the legs out from under those unfortunate enough to step into its path. Love gives birth to Creativity, making it also mother to Thought, who is the brother of Chaos, whose sons are War, Death, and Hate.
What is this love that has all these faces? Can one really trust it? It could show one to a painless Heaven, or with the same smile burn one in a painful Hell. It could award one life in riches or leave him for dead in poverty. Finally, I implore all of you this; should we follow blindly this love into paradise, or should we see it as the kiss of death it really is?
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