AGE OF DECAY
Gone are the good ancient days when the
world was peaceful and men were like angels. When pure souls still died in the
cross for the sake of filthy millions. Who would stoop that low today? Those
were the days of obedience, and of submission, when God was God indeed in the
eyes of all. The climate, then, was still full of life; and we went about
business, led by the light cast on our paths by ancient peoples. Those were the
days of law and order, when justice had not taken up the cloak of injustice.
Men with seemingly higher minds strangled
the order. They stepped on sacred grounds; they wrote books, and led many
astray. Marx, the Manifesto man, Lenin of Russia, Blavatsky the malicious
mystic, and Hitler, the king of genocide, brought to the world doctrines so
strange and baffling. Millions gathered to launch a war against the ways of
old, burning and being burnt, blaspheming and trespassing sacred boundaries. Elliot
found the road-not-taken, and bookish minds invented the-age-of-no-standards.
Postmodernism was born. Death got hold of earth.
Ancient routes, once thread with zest, were
all wiped off, replaced by nothing in particular. The pillars of truth came
toppling, and sanity, mighty as it were in those days, had a great fall. Insanity
reigned; madness ruled over many.
Relativism, individualism, humanism, and a
thousand other despicable isms: objects of man’s present obsessions. Selflessness
has become a tale for moonlit; and good morals a thing of the past. “My truth
is different from your truth.” “One man’s food is another’s poison.” New laws have made right wrong and wrong
right; all is permitted. Rights are in abundance: desire yours. Everyone has
right to make right any wrongdoing. The decay goes on. The falling away goes
on, slowly, sweetly...innocently.
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