It is in times like these that a person's character shines the most, in the moments of chaos and depression that those few spirits lift others up, transcending from the mortal world and piercing through the clouds above into God's presence. Though clouds may cast a darkness upon the land, the shadow only proves the sunshine.
Hi, I am Mark Nadal, and I am a product of the American 21st century. I live, I breathe in a time where the very structure of society breaks down individuals, pushing them to the brink of sanity and confusion, till it leaves people in chaos and destruction. I am a witness to the fall of a once great nation, and I leave you a message about the decay of a civilization. If we, the zeta generation, do not rise up and alter the course of our nation, then the only hope that remains is in the phoenix; if this be our destiny, then receive this message so that you too will not make the same mistake. We live in dire times, and we require a heroic response. But all too soundly and silently, heroes have passed into fiction. We are an invisible nation.
Such a voice is loss in the mingling meaningless crying sobs, such a voice is to justify such cries, we are generation crying, a generation dying, and no hero is arising. Amidst the chaotic sounds and confused souls screaming for somebody to care, somebody to love, a silent wake is left rippling in history. These voices must be heard, if not for their own sake, but then for the sake of those to follow.
I tread upon tears, they are the burden I have taken on, they are the cries I shall voice, a generation lost at heart. Some will scream for the unborn, I shall scream for the born. Let this weeping be heard, I shed tears for I cannot take the weight, but only God can, let my tears turn to blood and ash if I may bear these iniquities, this generation’s sin, if no one shall come, let me take them so that I may be guilty before my savior – for he has saved me once, assuredly he may save me twice. My heart trembles and weeps.
Forgive us our sins, cleanse us our iniquities, and let us not be forsaken. This generation needs a hero, and let heroes arise. Let our generation become legacy’s legends, so that they too, shall not forget. Though our age may come to an end, let the phoenix thrive, and remember us not as myth, but as Truth. We serve God, and we will His Will. That we may represent Christ, as He is a mediator to our Lord, let us be mediators to our Savior. Though darkness comes, we transcend. I hold a teardrop, timeless shed, but eternal grace I bless. Let us forget not our place, bearing our humility, as the prophets of a place, nation once so great. Our fall shall not be without a fight. Darkness may prevail for the while, but God’s light is the now. Move beyond the clouds, but forget not the trials. Forget not the Graveyard World, these bloodstained paws, give me your honest dead, to grapple with this beaming redemption, embrace it tightly, a breath away, the lighted way.
I mourn. I cry. I weep. I shed tears. For my friends, for my generation. Let me be a voice, if I may, even a hero, to bear these burdens, show the transcendental glory, breaking through the clouds of an overcast world, that happiness and joy can sustain, that these people may see. So that they too, may believe, and rejoice in the Truth. Embrace the Lighted way, a beaming crucifix. Love exists.
