young god

one as a troubled, rebellious teenager, I presume
seeing failings and insecurities multiply like pathogens
and infecting the minds of its collection of false friends
to be thrown into the refuse later.
(I will never forgive one for that.)

but before that,
one parades them in front of the previous generation
and makes false promises of revolution to their progeny
blinding them to the power they have
and dealing under the table with those who make the poison.

I shrank away in disgust, but the addiction persisted
for I know one is exploitable
and I have the means to fight evil
but as soon as I look into one's vast abyss of multitudes
I lose mind of all ways to do so.

but there is no way I can give up
if I am to survive and prosper
and be united with the one I love.
I will face one, and all that one has done
so put the weapons away
and leave us the hell alone.

I have love
and I'm not afraid to use it.