Humanity is corrupted.
The thought came to me quite often. Just from looking around myself on an average day, I could see the flaws of people, the disguised misdeeds being committed. Yes, I knew; I wasn't exactly a saint. But, what I've done in the past is nothing compared to the feats of the more wicked people in this unsalvageable world.
Wars that ended the lives of innocents in the thousands, millions. Most caused by few, even single people, seeking to cover up their crimes or for other personal gains.
The purposeful release of substances which were already known to have highly dangerous effects, destroying the lives of countless people. A single dose, and you wouldn't be able to escape its grasp for the short remainder of your life.
Evolution of science, claimed to be necessary in order for humanity to advance, but instead led to the creation of military weapons, made to end even more lives.
And yet, these are but a few of the disgusting atrocities humans are attempting to pass off as a necessary or unproblematic occurrence.
At the very least, most people had an accurate moral compass, I thought.
And yet...
There was the topic of humans who were disparate, however insignificant the difference, than the majority of the human population that they were classified as another race - sometimes even treated as animals, not even human. These people weren't allowed to live easily, having been neglected by society, refused shelter, education, work. The lesser people began to fall - it was inevitable.
And yet...
Even as I sought to right the world's balance, people turned against me. They fought against me, blatantly spouting nonsense of my acts. I am evil? My beliefs are a psychotic man's ramblings? My faith in the world is no longer, even as I stare at the cold, grey walls I am confined in, recalling my endeavors to purge the world of the scum it held. To this day, the thought continues to repeat in my head.
Humanity is truly beyond help.