Automoloch
"Some will sell their dreams for small desires..."
-Subdivisions
RUSH
Where are the children? It seems all our youth have been stolen from us and replaced with caricatures, bizarre representations of some perverse fantasy. What ostensibly are young ladies are repackaged to become robotic sexual toys, and our young men have become predators of a most disturbing type. We have debased the most sacred and intimate of moments to a bait and switch, or an adversarial conquest.
The grave tragedy of all this are the open wounds and horrific scars that have become the day to day existence of youth. Every activity becomes a subversion of truth, a dangerous masquerade to hide from the reality of what is happening. Having been debased by the constructs of their society, we see around us every day a ragamuffin band of emotional refugees. The emptiness thinly veiled by desperate laughter and hollow lives. Confident that the pieces will be picked up by someone else, and the cost borne by others, they blithely lurch faster and faster down a path to loss, emptiness and degradation.
Misguided and selfish parents, seeking to be "friends" and bearing the scars of their own guilt, refuse to stand against the danger of the inevitable consequences of the actions of their children and their own inaction. Selfishly unwilling to shoulder the burden of responsibility, seeking an easier way out, they drink from the well of popular psychology and false compassion and shortchange their own. Willingly they are feeding their children to the fires of Moloch, and stoking the furnaces for future generations. Even today, The Piper stands at our doors with his greedy hand outstretched.
Our young are fast finding that giving in to reckless passions of youth are costing them more than they can pay, and leaving them empty, broken and alone. Look in their eyes, if you can, and see the questions, the doubt, the loss, the shame, the misgivings, and the anger at having been sold a pocketful of empty promises. Look into the eye of justified recrimination toward those of us who should have said and done something.
We must stand against the lie that offers to sell us a small desire today for our dreams tomorrow. Today only comes once, but tomorrow comes again and again until all at once there is no tomorrow. For us it is too late, our own generation has a debt that has been called to pay. We each are offered the opportunity to speak to those who come after. Tell them the hard things, for it is likely the truth.
The spirit of someone you will never meet depends on it.
-Subdivisions
RUSH
Where are the children? It seems all our youth have been stolen from us and replaced with caricatures, bizarre representations of some perverse fantasy. What ostensibly are young ladies are repackaged to become robotic sexual toys, and our young men have become predators of a most disturbing type. We have debased the most sacred and intimate of moments to a bait and switch, or an adversarial conquest.
The grave tragedy of all this are the open wounds and horrific scars that have become the day to day existence of youth. Every activity becomes a subversion of truth, a dangerous masquerade to hide from the reality of what is happening. Having been debased by the constructs of their society, we see around us every day a ragamuffin band of emotional refugees. The emptiness thinly veiled by desperate laughter and hollow lives. Confident that the pieces will be picked up by someone else, and the cost borne by others, they blithely lurch faster and faster down a path to loss, emptiness and degradation.
Misguided and selfish parents, seeking to be "friends" and bearing the scars of their own guilt, refuse to stand against the danger of the inevitable consequences of the actions of their children and their own inaction. Selfishly unwilling to shoulder the burden of responsibility, seeking an easier way out, they drink from the well of popular psychology and false compassion and shortchange their own. Willingly they are feeding their children to the fires of Moloch, and stoking the furnaces for future generations. Even today, The Piper stands at our doors with his greedy hand outstretched.
Our young are fast finding that giving in to reckless passions of youth are costing them more than they can pay, and leaving them empty, broken and alone. Look in their eyes, if you can, and see the questions, the doubt, the loss, the shame, the misgivings, and the anger at having been sold a pocketful of empty promises. Look into the eye of justified recrimination toward those of us who should have said and done something.
We must stand against the lie that offers to sell us a small desire today for our dreams tomorrow. Today only comes once, but tomorrow comes again and again until all at once there is no tomorrow. For us it is too late, our own generation has a debt that has been called to pay. We each are offered the opportunity to speak to those who come after. Tell them the hard things, for it is likely the truth.
The spirit of someone you will never meet depends on it.
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