MY GENERATION.

A great generation,

The bliss of lust,

The appalling mind,

With a rotten heart,

Too evil to love.

The continuum of youths,

Bounded in dating,

The expression of lust in extreme,

A passion uncontrollable,

The bondage of lust,

The shame of lust,

The agony of a youth,

Tied without strings,

In intimacy of a soul.

My heart weeps,

For a great world,

The holy consents,

Where the sinner speaks,

The free is bounded,

Freely walk the bound,

A vessel heading to the rock.

My little children,

My soul weeps for thee,

The prick of my heart,

Where love shall find thee.

The bitterness of a world,

Filled with darkness,

Devoid of light,

The beginning of the end.