Ending this poem with this:
we are proud victors
that never conquered love,
Really provoked a lot of thought from me, we go the way of violence and hate a lot but fall back to love a lot too, in all our pride and violent conquest we haven't conquered or become immune to love. But this doesn't glorify love as much as it might seem at first, on further thought we'd see that love and hate quite share the same status, we haven't conquered neither or become immune to neither and we fall back to one as much as we fall back to the other.