Treat others with the same respect you wish to be treated with. A contemporary golden rule run through my head on a consistent basis during my more tumultuous youth. Out of all the accusations and half assed attempts to drug that which they could not aptly control, they still managed to imprint a message upon me.
One that I have tirelessly attempted to uphold since with a beautiful barrage of both skepticism and outright disbelief. Looked upon as just another self-righteous fool trying to carve a little piece of heaven out of the rot that festers within this unjustified world.
Either I am faced with double meaning questions trying to prove me nothing but a mere contradiction with bold words but little will, or I am looked upon as a crook trying to sell something. Never does it cross the minds of these people that I’ve simply been raised to respect what deserves respect and damn what deserves damnation.
Too used to pain is the average passerby these days. When not looking for quick shortcuts to get ahead they are looking at every person who casts a helping hand with an indignation that is undeserved or implied.
Trained are we to deceive and mistrust. Expectant are the hands that help us up to be followed by a slip of silver delving into the spinal cord and severing the remains of hope we had only just managed to cling upon.
Shunned are those few who still maintain an aptitude to accept the world for what it is and still attempt to make a difference. Quickly are the jealous to paint a picture to pervert the image of who the good really are. Burying them beneath a flood of lies and controversy spun from the thin fabrics of corruption and bad intentions.
To break a titan is the greatest joy to those who can’t compete. To rip open the chest of those who try to rise up and stomp upon the bleeding hearts that lie within. In the hopes of watching those they’ve so viciously attacked drown within the misinterpreted maelstrom that they bred from their own deeds.
Giving help to those in need is to eliminate the desperation that thrives within the broken’s shattered souls. To remove the fear that was so intimately imbedded to keep them a constant customer to the wicked’s decrepit vices. And by removing the need they remove a steady demand and aptly cripple the grip placed upon them by the corrupt.
Nobody likes to be bought out. And by removing a source of income you attract the angered attention of those who preyed upon the weak. And they’ll stomp the life out of you any way they can just to make sure you don’t cross them again.
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