Red Blooded Youth
You.
Millennial.
Child who has lived a thousand lives in 16 years
Held up in an infinite digital cocoon,
so you can bloom younger than you were before
in front of a truly infinite world.
It’s been a long time coming,
Your punishment.
Your ascension to grace
sin
and ecstasy.
Your red blood demands
life.
Your eyes are bloodshot and excited.
Your red blood commands
excess.
Your cheeks burn and you feel no pain.
In the quiet, you hear the whole world.
Within the fabric, you run around ripped
Within the light, there is nothing to see
Within the rain-forest, you are parched.
Without limitation, you never choose.
The only thing you can do is find your word
The word that is the God for you
You read the word and you live the word.
You are not old enough though to become the word.
You are old enough to say you are.
And that’s a shame.
There’s a bloodcurdling for,
Your punishment.
Your ascension to grace
sin
and ecstasy.
You.
Millennial.
Sitting on a couch watching Netflix to pass the time.
Tired from having nothing to make you tired.
Purposed to only find purpose.
Stressed from what range of meals to buy
because you can afford all of them.
Burdened by peace to the point you find a war to be a victim.
or a soldier
or both.
The seeds of existence,
past and present,
the children of forever knock on the doors of heaven for
Your punishment.
Your ascension to grace
sin
and ecstasy.
