The Addiction Nobody Sees- Part 02

Don’t talk to me about self-control If you’ve never cried in your bed After trying to quit for the 50th time. Don’t tell me “it’s just a phase” If you’ve never looked at yourself in the mirror And hated what you became. And don’t you dare say, “Everybody watches ****.” Because that’s the problem. This generation is overdosing on pleasure And starving for purpose. Sex is everywhere On TikTok, on Netflix, in ads, in schools. It’s pushed like candy But nobody talks about the cancer. Women turn their bodies into brands. Teen girls trade dignity for attention. Boys are praised for lust, not purity. And those who dare to stay clean? They’re mocked. They’re “old-fashioned.” America, wake up. You’ve become Babylon in high heels, Drunk off ****, Calling perversion “freedom” And modesty “oppression.” Governments fund the poison. Churches avoid the topic. And parents give kids phones with zero boundaries And call it “love.” But here I am One of the ones who got caught early. But praise be to God, I didn’t die there. He met me in my mess. He pulled me out of the pit. Not with therapy. Not with filters. But with fire and truth and grace that burns. I don’t speak to impress. I speak to deliver. Because somebody out there is where I was: Ashamed, addicted, crying, pretending. And they need to know There is freedom. I won’t shut up. I won’t water this down. **** kills. Masturbation enslaves. Lust destroys. But Jesus breaks chains. So no, I’m not afraid. If they block me, let them. If they cancel me, so be it. If I perish, I perish. But as long as I breathe, I’ll burn with truth. This generation doesn’t need more influencers. It needs intercessors. It needs prophets. It needs warriors Who bleed and still roar. I was once bound. Now I’m free. And I won’t stop Until the chains that once held me Become the swords I use To break others free. Let this be the sound of REVIVAL.