The themes are similar but the semantics still distinct.

Digging a hole.

Guilt without Remorse.

The current population as I observe it through a generalized scope, focused yet stepped backwards, objective yet helplessly tainted:

The body is too large to hold any One, let alone all, accountable. Ethical loopholes allow us to sleep at night… and to awake in the morning only to dig ourselves deeper.

Often it is experienced, so obvious it is that down is not the way out and up is only an imaginary reality manifest within far too many and propelled by a sort of social capitalism.

Of the tragedies, this is not one. This is the reason for tragedy. This is the crux of Western dominance.

Wronging. Realizing. And pseudo-ratifying.
Memory under rug swept

so the digging never stops.

No helping hand from the man of high-horse.
Guilt without Remorse.