Imprisonment tests the empathy of the individual.

They sit in the corners and compare themselves to every iris that tries to break in.

Inmates breach it for reasonless destruction, It's simply therapy. The martinets want to clean house,
To scrub the floors, remove all kindly memories and put down the dust bunnies

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In an age where confidence and arrogance are easily confused
sympathy is rampant,
conceit is refractive.
Empathy herself is reserved for innocence and lustration.

As the hole darkens,
animals roar.
Survival leaves no room for the metaphysical grandeur of goodness.