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.