Hate Is Dead

Hate has died an ignoble death. In life, hate chose to do wrong time and again. When faced with a tough choice to either do right and gain salvation or choose an easy route and gain instant pleasure, it chose to betray its better angel everytime. As a wise person once said, "Once does not make a habit, but choosing wrong time and again will turn a man rabid." And a rabid animal has already lost its soul and opted out of salvation.