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Skeleton Dance // Hate Springs Eternal

Great, now my skeletons are being paraded out in front of me.

I am in a sticky position where I might have to hurt a large number of people. Awkward.

I suppose I am not capable of being a martyr for causes that are wrong, even if it would prevent suffering.

Revealed preferences: it is not about being good, it is about not permitting wrong.

I cannot abide by injustice, selfishly about myself most of all. Not if it can be prevented.



Maybe I am the monster they say I am. Just not for the reasons they think.


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