And off he goes,
Leaving behind their tales of woe,
Forgetting life throws,
The ultimate, final, decisive blow.

More struggle, struggle, strrrruuuggglllleeeeeee...,
All resistance overcome,
Powerless even to blink,
Wide eyed, alive to every ******;

Was it what I wore?
The way I rocked my hips?
The contours of my chest?
Did I send the wrong signals?

Could I have fought longer?
Clenched my thighs tighter?
Scratched a bit more?
Screamed louder than before?

How we clearly see,
When the darkness draws near,
For the unknown spreads fear,
Of what the other side could be.

For the glory of the team,
Stuck me leg at full steam,
That got me sent the heck off!
But mon dieu! that's some ****** stuff!

If only men went for,
What's between the ears,
And not,
What's between the thighs;

Perhaps the world,
Would be less complicated,
But again, what's life,
If not what kills a man.

The beast taketh were it hath not tilleth,
And by force establishes his colonies,
He set his eyes on southern territories,
And will drink and bathe in the bloods of dogs and baboons that he killeth.

But this woman found power,
From the voices of others,
Marching down fear like soldiers,
In the sunshine, she's a proud tower.