Oh, my beloved ones: dare I say that my generation had the previlege of living in the most exciting times of all?
We had it all: it has been a time of plenty for a large part of the human race. Science gave us so much incredible things that none of you can even start to imagine living without! Across the skies we have machines, heavy as houses, flying like birds; we can talk and see each other from noon to midnight apart; we learned and taught like never before... And still...
We had richnesses beyhond the wildest dreams and, for many, the chance to cross any border. Our generation had it all... But...
We also saw wars and famine and disgrace... We could have stopped it, for we had the means. But we also had greed like never before and payed tribute to the gods of present days. Betrayal became our pray, lying our lord! Our eyes, that once behold the falling stars, are now turned to the very darkness of secrecy. Instead of tearing down borders we buit fences in our hearts. Around us there is envy instead of awe... We have become the masters of decieveness!
On the grounds of our soul, we planted todays instead of tomorrows; we took instead of giving... Oh, children of mine: no forgiveness can we ask of you!
Forget us for we deserve eternity in oblivion!
We had it all: it has been a time of plenty for a large part of the human race. Science gave us so much incredible things that none of you can even start to imagine living without! Across the skies we have machines, heavy as houses, flying like birds; we can talk and see each other from noon to midnight apart; we learned and taught like never before... And still...
We had richnesses beyhond the wildest dreams and, for many, the chance to cross any border. Our generation had it all... But...
We also saw wars and famine and disgrace... We could have stopped it, for we had the means. But we also had greed like never before and payed tribute to the gods of present days. Betrayal became our pray, lying our lord! Our eyes, that once behold the falling stars, are now turned to the very darkness of secrecy. Instead of tearing down borders we buit fences in our hearts. Around us there is envy instead of awe... We have become the masters of decieveness!
On the grounds of our soul, we planted todays instead of tomorrows; we took instead of giving... Oh, children of mine: no forgiveness can we ask of you!
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