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Bloody unions are bearing fruit. Corruption copulations spreading seed. Offspring to horrible to conceive.
A generation of horror rises to its feet
In the bed that we made a sleeper lies. Stretching and waking as a world now dies.
Did father and mother love him? To leave him this world? Could they have done this?
No future was planned. No hope, No safe lands.
A past built on blood passed on to our kin. All the while preaching "Never again" On top of the graves of thousands and thousands to come. No peace in our time for daughters, or sons.
To fight is more important than to feed. Grab what you can instead of filling a need. Money and power decide life and death. No mystical judge, balanced and just. Just corruptible men trying to buy another breath, Or another inch or another mile. Or another life to rule, Can they even buy your smile?
The powerful will leave their children and ours a husk, a shell. Earth as Hell. Unless the young take charge now Break the curse, the circle, the spell. Of mankind fulfilling our own written dooms. Foolishly following ancient tomes into despair. As if we know nothing else to do.
Find a way, you young, break the cycles in place. Prosperity and justice for the few will only serve to conceive A generation of horror for all. Sooner than you think. The future is here, not out there in space. God is sitting this one out. Time for the game face. We who have left you this world have committed a great sin. Make instead a generation of hope. Don't let us bastards win. S
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