This know also, that in the last days
perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves,
covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful,
unholy. Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent,
fierce, despisers of those that are good. Traitors, heady, high-minded, lovers
of pleasures more than lovers of God; Having a form of godliness, but denying the
power thereof: from such turn away. II
Timothy 3:1-5
easy to mock now, no more barriers,
no more inhibitions, godlessness avant-garde,
cool, hip, chic;
truth irrelevant;
poetry an abstraction, a train
wrecked shambles,
a self-indulgent journey into self-imposed decadence,
masturbation of the mind;
without rhyme, without reason;
snotty, excitable little twits,
so full of themselves they can barely walk,
writing about things they understand
even less,
fluffy little balls of bullshit,
stuck in the diarrhea of their words,
political correction and self-satisfaction,
going hand in hand;
a religion for the masses;
everyone is a poet today, everyone
a self-made god,
everyone is okay and getting better,
everyone capable of greatness,
everyone a master of their own fate;
it is our culture, it is our
society,
it is our psychology, it is our national anthem;
it is what we have become.
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