A Generation Lost

It's never-ending. That's the beginning. All the adults just left the building. Really quickly. And I just don't get it. Cause all I need is a gimmick. Show them a false image. Tell them to stop and listen. Talking from across dimensions. Now all the children in it. Programmed to pay attention. Learning of superstitions. Taught by wicked witches. Or different religions. Followed by twisted christians. Pushing them to the limit. Telling them this is living. Not learning about the mission. Until the battle is finished. A life of split decisions. Bright lights with blurry vision. Doomed for a collision. Reaching for an extension. But seeing help in a distance Deep breaths, but they're thinnin. Chest fill with tension. Please come to your senses. You speed and get a ticket. That ticket could be what ends it. Slow down and receive the riches. Just keep them in your mentions. Your prayers and your wishes. The youth has pure intentions. Their minds are so exquisite. The Lord will help defend it. If we do what he intended. Raise them as a village. With love filling the building. From the floor to the ceiling.