Attaching a lightning rod to one's head may electrocute them in a storm;

And an ardent preacher of violence is also a receiver of brutal messages.

It is the making of a petri dish indwelling, the forming of a cell lining, 

The radius you emit, the sound you equate, is the shell you wall into,

And what’s inside an egg will return unto itself from within itself,

The echo box of a fascist is also the prison it will have to fear in.

Love gives love, and softens hard shells,

Hate fills hate, and builds them up strong,

And verbalized violence will bounce off hard shells,

Vibrating into oozy actioned ways from its chamber.