A selective empathetic is a more sinister evil than the outright unempathetic. The unempathetic is quite small in numbers, and are under more scrutiny. The selective empathetic is one of reflective desire, picking and choosing those to be glad for and wishing to prosper based off of desired personal gain, gain that involves putting others down in the process. This level of empathy is pure submission to outside preachers, outside systems, media, literature, art, and economics, and represents a dark and fallible inner sense. Letting things simply happen, apathetic to their greater truth, nihilistic in meaning, and a walking product of guiding forces around them. A pure empathetic is empathetic to all in all situations, noticing the humanity in all. It is sad to notice the selective empathetic being a prevalent and lauded endeavor, when the qualities of such selective empathetic are thought of also as manipulation. A great contradiction in social morality and personal character judgeme
There he stands
His eyes bellowing a sparkle of hope
The end of a tunnel once came
Wanting the pain to end.
Progress led him to believe his life finished.
He approached the pale man with a pen and paper
The parchment wet and ink faded
The pale man read his article seemingly interested
The man's last words before death.
His name Platt
Platt read aloud the moment's last breath
There the pale man lay while listening
His wanting to be with his wife
His children lay low
Unknowing if they know
But before he could finish
The pale man frayed his heart
Platt in dismay by the destruction
Where he go his love unknown
The last words he spoke to his beloved:
"I live for you my dear
I live for our children
I live for freedom
I live to be alive
I know not what it is you are doing
I can only imagine
This is the last you will ever hear of me
The last glimmering hope to you once more
I wish this to be meaningful,
Hope drives us to believe in the most fantastical things
I can only dream of what you are doing.
My life is in torment not knowing.
We've been separated for so long.
But the death of the world stands in our way
If that death was to come soon
I pray of it to last until I see you again
I pray to see you before I leave this earth, dead with lashes.
If you do happen to get this, I hope you know how much you mean to me, what it is you do for me.
What it is you make me feel. My heart longs for you. The last of my days are coming soon. You will be with me so help me God. The cruelty around me has left me in turmoil thinking of you. You are forever mine, and I will never depart from your heart. I cry here thinking of how you once held me in your arms. The only gleaming hope being that you get this letter, my last thoughts to you. I will live happily here in hardship knowing you know that I'm all right.
I love you."
His lasting words made no impact on the pale man.
The pale man betrayed his hope.
His utterances besmirched by his evilness
The last chance Platt was able to speak to his beloved wife was now gone.
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