It began with a contrast.
A contrast painted by wretched souls.
The charmers swayed the flames of hate and rekindled the latent spate.
Their sleight of words fanned the ignited hell.
It spread like a swarm of locusts.
Swallowed everything that came in its way.
And with impunity, they paraded their naked hate.
Sad, it created a chasm.
A chasm to be filled with dead souls.