Tonight convinced me.
Humanity still has small shreds,
Worth fighting for.
Misanthropic Me Be Damned,
See?
Every time I lose hope.
Some sliver of possibility remains.
So I promise.
I’ll stand for them:
Those golden hearts,
Amongst the chaff.
This Titan Strength;
Can Perhaps,
Ancient,
Be Put To Use.
When Humanists Win Pyrrhic Victories:
