Break this mold, this ever continuing cycle
We are making men without chests
How are we surprised at sharpened teeth
When we are breeding monsters
Sanctuary is on the tip of every tongue
But we continue to raise amoral sons
We detach the heart and beg it to continue to pump
God’s children are raised in blood and fire
And filled with filth and hell
We fill the young with empty air
But wish everyone could pull their moral weight
How can a child be strong when he is raised to be weak
Our hollow chests will bring about the abolition of man
~ somthing by me, but obviously C. S. Lewis inspired
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