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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