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My Generation

My generation lived by its own rules, refused to cope with reality and grew up irresponsibly... abusing their bodies with harmful substance; arrogance and pride were the qualities they displayed! My generation looked away...staring into nothing, no plans,no dreams and no faith to make them grow in spirit; drunken, indulgent and insecure they lost the will to endure... they wasted precious years chasing after phanthoms that led them to obscure roads, where life was so worthless and cheap! My generation put away holiness and replaced it with foolishness, and as demons seaped into their weak souls, they were made powerless by their own rendition; not empowered by love...they lost themselves! My generation could have accomplished great things, been powerful leaders and inspire others; their good deeds could have been excellent examples of their fruition!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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