Age Of Consent Pt.1

 
Truth via consensus
Man has forgotten himself                                                      
In the name of what could be
Finally the chance
For salvation of a kind
Where those moral ills
Are now validated to you
As normal

For morality is a mere construct
As are the terms of social engagement
You are told how to be free
And that is what you desire
Life without consequence or worry
Where every whim could be attended
Save those which sought to protect
Whatever innocence we'd held onto

A slip'n'slide of lust and lies
All the way to the damp bottom
of a perverts unwashed rear
A greedy lapping up of distractions
For the self so sorely broken

The childless and wanting
Still seek out the young
Our mutton dressed as lambs
In desperation flock
To the young Who grow to seek the old
Or even the any
In a never ending desire for the leash
Forgetting themselves
To delusions
And sexual manipulations
Where their primal self forces upon their ego's and dignity
Reducing people into toys
Who gleefully squeal as their strings are pulled
Wasting their semen upon one another
As symbolic representations of a cycle's end
A dead generation which wants for little more than itself
In an orgy of dismissal
Groping at what little makes them feel young

These child-like adults
Fuelled by lust and regrets
And a bitter over compensation for shame
They have turned their own destruction into kinks
Have you? Have I?
And how far from your bedroom does it extend?
Proudly degraded
Rather than thinking
You must fully commit
To being the truest you you could ever be
It is the age of consent after all
You've been issued the order
Be Happy.