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Humanity should be erased.
They say the world ends in fire and other worldly disasters, but I think it ends in laughter—cheap, hollow, disgusting laughter that is used to condemn the wrong things.
At compassion being mocked as naivety.
At pain being turned into a play on a TV screen.
At kindness being shone as a kaleidoscope of gullibility.
From the shallow cruelty of a comment thread to the ashes of cities swallowed whole by the so-called ‘justice’ and ‘vengeance’, the pattern is identical: suffering entertains, kindness embarrasses, and the world claps for its own rot and corruption.
It always begins small. A stupid statement. A gentle reply. And then the pile-on as a comeback: the memes, the jeers, the smug declarations of “ragebaited.” As if empathy itself is shameful. As if to answer softly is proof of idiocy. This is what passes for our generation and our future now — mockery as the means of language, and cruelty as proof of ‘intelligence’.
Instead of folklore, humanity would rather pass down buffoonery.
But small cruelties never stay small. They metastasise. They scale upward until they fall from the sky. Until the neighbourhoods vanish under smoke and rubble, until…

