Blocks of beauty

The building block of anger and hate are placed in ones soul like the mastered craft of skilled mason, precise and artful

Rage is the perfect mortar, tinted blood red, binding the beautiful blocks in place

With each passing day the fires of the soul harden the block, burning the rage as hard asa diamond

As with any masterpiece anger can stand the test of time, the beating of the sun, the
battering of the rain

Only one thing, soft and small can destroy. The beautifully destructive touch of love

It grows soft and velvety green as the creeping moss.

Finding cracked crevices of the heart, breaking the bond of rage, crumbling the blocks ofanger until the mighty craftsman wall of indestructible hate lays in a pile at the feet
of her soft overcoming soul