(P) The Men we make

1/ Thread: What will you make of a man that you gather up a hundred different doubts and fears and worries and set them about him saying these are his pronouns and identities and fears? What will your architecture be of this fatherless generation, you make a painted ghoul?

2/ An insipid lurking thing attended by chilling anime images worse than the porn he mass consumes, or the games where he blows men apart in bloody fountains on his own at night, you make a school shooter of this gender warrior

3/ He has not the arms to vent his rage so it spills from him and cascades across social media, from tictok to Twitter to Facebook to Instagram, his rage hardened, as he was. Lonely at night wearing a headset on his PlayStation.

4/ This is your foot soldier. A boy you have betrayed. A useful thing for your post modern engine or unreason that will lacerate and cut everything up, that you have no idea or desire to put back together again. What will be you utopia, where will this end?

5/ This will be the kingdom of cut up things, the blast zone, the crater, you will live in the wreckage of all the things you tore apart, you will be a new war survivor because you will live in the desolation you created. What of your painted warriors?

6/ Where stay and rest you anaemic lost boys you led like a pied piper to destruction? Will you care for them? When they awake from your sleeping dream will you make them whole again? Pah! You know not what that is. Others will have to repair the damage your work does.