Something I randomly typed up. This is actually tuned toward humanity as a whole.

People do so much, good or bad, to find their own salvation. Unfortunately some people become overzealous and confused and resort to abuse of themselves and other. Often resorting in bitter conflict, murder, or simply self pity.

In this poem I combined all into the bodies of worn down and unhopeful soldiers in a platoon where they feel alone and unconfident despite their numbers. In my years flipping through relions and all I found most of the people who were aggressive about it were scared for themselves and even the ones they tormented. Feeling lost and frightened they cling to the only thing they know and urge others to, thinking they are alone and frightened as well. Now this is my findings, closed to debate. OPEN to oppinion.

This is very unusual I write about humanity, being the misanthropist I am. But what I feel is true. I feel bad for people and DONT shut them out. Their pains are very real and as all things in this world, I feel need some rest before their final one.

If you read through I would love comments on this one <3