The gladiators of their era, kicking distractions and cans down the field for the grandstanding audience together fueling the passion coursing and normalizing its way as a forced indoctrination camping into the vernacular of the generation. The stadium chanting, full of the veiled threats and fallen crumbs projecting out of the mouths of the idolatry and cast down as verbal cues onto the next on the chopping block’s stage. The blood sport of societal betrayal as open source and mainstream coming in droves by way of mob-like mentality; placing their foot down only as to do it on an individual's throat while standing up to do the wave in symbiotic formation. The center of attention for the hands clamoring and clapping for control and claiming positions of power; all while their idle hands continually creating calluses that increase the rat race for the abused and the abuser, and lengthens the bridge of the wealth gap.
The collective mealy-mouthed "we love..." vocabulary of positive vibes and solidarity as new-age and spit swapped as the times themselves; true meaning and definition to life now a drab relic of an archaic tongue dripping off of the foot in everyone's mouth. "Not gonna lie" and "keep it a stack", colloquial concepts that preface the common chit-chat to foundationally rattle the cage of anyone with a discerning ear, introducing and normalizing into the ether the reality of the situation...that telling the truth is a rarity and should be viewed that way. Just as common; detaching one's own opinions at the door, all while preparing to open your mouth and pledge your allegiance around the water cooler talk. Societal norms devoutly needing transcribed and reiterated with impassioned pleas—all to keep the veiled threats as empty and meaningless as the times and tribunals.
Eyes affixed and coliseums crawling ensuring the plentiful stays persistent, the devoid stay debauched, and meaning to life stays restless and embattled. The human fodder ever close to clogged as the wheels of justice seemingly move backward in time; and the idle hands pull punches as strings levying the blood out of the passionless, and carry the torch for the next round of puppetry. The puppeteers and emperors of charade consistently chumming the bottom feeders up a demented human ladder, all the while the nosebleed section stays fraught with works of inequity, idle hands, empty talk, and the barbaric cancel culture passion.
Proverbs 16:27-30
27. An ungodly man digs up evil,
And it is on his lips like a burning fire.
28. A perverse man sows strife,
And a whisperer separates the best of friends.
29. A violent man entices his neighbor,
And leads him in a way that is not good.
30. He winks his eye to devise perverse things;
He purses his lips and brings about evil.
James 3:5-6 Even so the tongue is a little member and boasts great things. See how great a forest a little fire kindles! 6 And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity. The tongue is so set among our members that it defiles the whole body, and sets on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire by hell.
Matthew 12:36-37 “But I say to you that for every idle word men may speak, they will give account of it in the day of judgment. 37 For by your words you will be justified, and by your words you will be condemned.”