I'm losing all my heros.
My teachers,
once trustworthy,
have turned inward.
My mentors now
worship themselves.
They have become slaves
to this corrupt age,
this perfidious decade of
shameless gratification,
this harem-seeking
freedom-lusting
appliance-collecting
directionless generation.

I see it coming.
Dawn, like an intruder,
sharp as a slapped face,
soft as a whispered curse.

I fear we will wake up
from our long sleep of
mindless freedom
with no God
no control
no purpose
no restraint
no hope
and no heros
worthy of following
anymore.

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