The kind of guy reluctant to say sorry
Is the kind of guy I'd put on my team
It's a certain strength that I find attractive
Though most people detest, and misunderstand
This attitude, defense mechanism, complex,
...Whatever you may call it
Always relates to, in the end, perfection
Simply put, he's strong
To the point of ruthlessness
What an adversary he would make!
We'd pillage, plunder, and rape the world
Of everything it has to offer
With the strength of a raging fire
The kind of fire that eats up it's fighters
One by one
In a fierce blaze of hatred
No remorse,
or regret
We'd feel
Nothing but
The pleasure
Of accepting our evils
And keeping them close
Like a child's teddy bear