Mercy and charity are the banes of my existence.
Selfishness, greed, those I can use. But the minute someone
starts to think about someone else’s feelings or wellbeing, I’m sunk.
Certainly I’m better off than I was a few decades ago, where
people still maintained a façade of caring, and miles better than a century ago
when they actually did care.
But there are still pockets of love and empathy out there,
but I’ll squash them out.
And then get all the credit for ‘saving’ humanity when I
bring it all back.
The lives lost during are totally worth that.
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