If we were merely seductive
It will be a small fry
We are torn in-between
This is the real ***** and Gomorah
A generation lost to ****** ecstasies
When was the last the red moon was sighted?
Virginity seems a curse than blessing
Our teens come prepared
With experience of a lifetime
Who is to blame?
A confused society
Or a lost Nation
The inlet is no longer satisfactory
We already created another
I can only but pray
That this generation makes heaven's gate