The age of decadence,
Dins my ears,
Fills my eyes,
Stifles my breath.
There is no escape,
Radio, TV, Video,
All pervade the senses.
Corrupt the taste,
Makes haste to beauty,
Charm, sensitivity.
How can character grow,
Beauty flourish, tastes improve,
Immersed in such cacophony,
Of gyrating, lewd, empty icons?
Mammon's lust, fetid breath,
Breathes on us all,
And rots the soul. By A Chattin
Bridgeman Street
Farnworth
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