Hostile Armor

Be hostile toward things of love.

It is the only way to ensure protection.

Hostility is a thick armor,
That drives away,
The shallow hordes,
Who clamor,
And thirst,
For pure blood.

To realize the greedy,
Sawtooth pain,
That is pent in the souls,
Of the many.

Watch them idly thrust,
And then withdraw,
Hoping to find human weakness.

But hostility has no weakness,
Except lack of strength.

And lack of strength only comes with exertion.

Life exerts the body;
Love exerts the mind;
Hostility holds both in check.

The wise wait for the truthful love.

Truthful love pierces through hostility,
Despite ferocity,
And always enters the heart.