A LAMENT FOR THE LAND
A lament for those strong Kansas men who kill all emotion, leaving body, mind, and spirit with no soul in between.
And why not! When emotion makes your heart, your mind, break. Cuts life away from the spirit and soul so that unless the soul dies, the spirit will also break and die as even the physical heart begins to tighten in unendurable pain.
And then -- there are the men whose spirit has been broken by that enemy their fathers never prepared them shake, to master, - emotion. Men barely boys with no spirit, no soul, only a physical body - battered so that they at least feel alive - and a mind that can function only as long as no one disturbs the clockwork, a dull hum that at its core refuses to reflect, to live, to think, lest their mind die too.
And their sons - the generation whose fathers never taught them to master the mind, body, soul, or spirit. Mere boys in the bodies of men. Who have not even a will, for there is nothing left of manhood to give except an erected penis. And -oh - that organ is a master of diminishing returns whose will can not be fulfilled.
May God help the next sons - their sons! For what will be left when that which is animal dies.
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