Blueprint of Mercy
Blueprint of Mercy
You dream a clean world, inventoryless.
No hunger, no masters.
No scars between hands; air tastes neutral.
Then kind faces apply toxic empathy, velvet fascism.
You wake, throat full of static, screaming.
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