It all comes down to the needs of the consumers to fill their bellies with score after of overly publicized rags of paranoia and discontent.
"Don't go out, you'll get raped", says the bitch that conceived her daughter out of wedlock.
"Don't go there, you'll be mugged" squeals the sex offender father who escaped the gallows after being charged with raping his underage daughter.
We portray the visions projected to us from the prior generations. What we know, were taught to us by our parents. They disallow going through dark alleys because they're the ones hiding in wait there.
Our generation, conceived from the bastard sons and daughters of the generation that came before us have squandered the right to be deemed as the promised generation.
A broken and mangled lot, fueled by the inane fires of a lost submissive attitude and following headlong, blind to what the future held ahead of the thorns and brambles that litters our path.
Bastards and bitches the thorns moan, whores and thieves the branches and leaves yell. What we were designed to be have led us on paths of irksome ire. Straying too far to watch ourselves patter correctly on the righteous path of disheveled hair and torn attires. Too far lost to be taken seriously stoking the dying fires of a washed-up idea.
We have become the forgotten generation relying solely on the pity and the charity of a generation before us.
We hold out our hands seeking forgiveness but did they seek it before them?
Did they hold out their hands in piety and sought forgiveness from the bastards and whores before them?
They with their noses held high cursed our generation. Forever banishing us to the dark abyss. They who paved the way in order for us to lose ours.
What were we if they did not hold our hands and guide our ways before Adam was denied his meat and bone. What were we when Eve lustily felt the juices of the forbidden apple run red down her throat.
We are the lost generation that's what.
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