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Men We, the first the last the proud the strong the unified We, Men dignified and respected retreat to the woods Finding the primal urge of our ancestors Decorating ourselves with the blood of a fresh kill calming the fear that lies so deep within us Ours is the power of creation We give and take in the proper cycle of nature The penis separates us our hands feed us Intellect leads to spirituality as we stand naked before the rising sun Our fire burns bright and high Smoke billows above the unimportant We burn our hatred Striving to live, slowly dying Ours is a breed of hunters and warriors, spawned at the dawn of time Men, fear us Our howling cries of victory ringing through the valleys around the world fill the air of night with our secret desires Men, we destroy, crushing everything only to start over again Building it better, building it differently Men, share a common brotherhood centered around trust and courage Men, We have been We are We shall be Nothing... but, Men |
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