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Selective Empathy

  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

The Eye's Fire and The Soul's Fortress

 On the fire, 

The bridge in water

A blaze caught the girl's attention

Above her eyes a leering force of entrapment and downers.

By her side,

A man in white

Christian to the core was his heart

And in his soul was wine.

By her side,

A man in black

Skeptic to the core was his heart

And in his soul was lust.

In the sky was an eye

And in the eye was darkness

It watched over the three.

The eye glimpsed over at the clock on its side

It said "time's ticking."

The girl looked at the man in white

She asked why he was drunk

He said the Lord's blood ran through him

His love made him free

The girl looked at the man in black

She asked why he was lustful

He said Nature's life ran through him

Biology made him who he was.

She couldn't help but wonder what she believed

Her cheeks were all rosy gold and her nose running

Her faked skin made her uncomfortable.

The clock by the eye stopped ticking finally

And everything flashed

It was final

The verdict was out

The judge said they were all the same

As they all turned to dust

Nothing more, nothing less.