I don’t know what to think of
I don’t know things to pull off
Everything is become weirder
Stranger,
Creepier,
Odder,
Eerier,
Not excluding tougher
MEN are now becoming scavenger
CHILDREN into scrounger
In all of their forager thoughts…
Oh my heart has been wounded
With all the things I have been seeing
It’s just as if people are now thinking backwards
Pushing our day of punishments forward
Argh,
Who is ready to help? L L L L L
Who then will save humanity?
For this third time
From our immorality
This is far away from sanity
Pushing away rationality
Where we love to cage sagacity
Where are we heading to? L L L L L
my heart has been quivering
jailed by quaking
With the occurrences of this day
Where everything is now turning upside down
This is far beyond my own composition
It’s not even near my own comprehension
Hmmm
IT STARTED RIGHT FROM FORNICATION
GRADUATED TO ADULTERY
DRAWING THE RAPIST MORE CLOSER
GIVING MORE CREDITS TO MASTURBATERS
When are we going to know all these are just shames? L L L L L
I thought things will soon change
Maybe there might be a modification
Helping people in making use of their manner of reasoning
In knowing the right things from the wrong ones
Hmm, who will help me? L L L L L
I slept,
Just waking up
heard another new invention
POLYGAMY
WHAT!!!
What does this mean again?
I asked a friend of mine
From where is all this coming from?
I queried my enemy
Should I say we are now soaring into our own doom?
Thinking we are trekking into our boom
Not knowing we are been jailed by kismet
Haa,
Who is ready to help me? L L L L L
I don’t know where to run to
I don’t know who to run to
I am just confused
Are we still humans
Is the question which my intellect has been asking
We are now worshiping the god of selfishness
Sacrificing all our goodies to the god of greediness
We now take advise from the god of sex
Who, who, who and who.. L L L L L
Oh my wonderful generation
Whose eyes is now used for hearing
Ear is now used for talking
Private organs now used for working
We now give reference to homosexuality
Telling to ourselves it’s a privilege
We are now making use of the backyard of our head
In forecasting our own future
I thought this will end in homosexuality
Until I heard of bestiality
NOT AGAIN
MEN wedding ANIMALS
My God!!!!
My FATHER!!!!
What sort of generation is this my generation
What legacy are we giving to the unborn ones
I wonder the kind of life the will live
Since these generation of mine can be having sex with animals
I pray I won’t witness that of the next generation
Whereby they will derive much enjoyment
In having sex with TREE’s L L L L L
I just don’t know what to say anymore
I am tired of talking
It’s as if the best of me is passing through deaf hears
The paramount of me is been joked at
Oh my glorious generation
I wish you the best out of the rest, even beyond your zest
And will like to whisper this into your big hear
WAKE UP FROM YOUR SLUMBER
God bless you all
