Laughing Matter

God-of-War-4

It seems like a lark
And the giggles abound
And the parties and excess
Of fools must be found
There’s no time for hard issues
Or things of the heart
Because don’t you know
There’s a game we must start.
Has many cool levels
And weapons galore
And warriors and zombies
Like never before
And blood flows like water
And time just flies by
Not missing the outdoors
Or spring, no not I.
There’s time enough later
For training and work
But what are the chances
The world’s gone berserk
With terror and drive-bys
And government spin
And no one admits
All the debt we are in.
I’d rather be laughing
I’d rather be high
I’d rather be gaming
Than dutifully dry.
This life’s really short
Holding nothing beyond
So bring on the laughter
Before I am gone.

Note: We have little idea how many young people are stuck on this destructive, desensitizing, hopeless treadmill. No honest exchange. No real friendships. No workable skills. No sense of purpose. No hope of Heaven. And we think we are showing love by buying their approval with more of the same.
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