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If the strength inside refuses to hide

forged by the gods themselves

we'll ride into battle like lance driven cattle

and into the horrors of death we do delve.

We sway from committing, find truth remitting

sweating away lives for a dollar

bite down on lies, sever sustaining ties

wishing we were just a bit taller

for we're meant to explore, to shatter the doors

though the fireside is much more preferred

we push into the cold till our bodies are old

the pity of our lovers incurred.

I'll turn back your sword, have you gasp for your lord

run your soul through with my malice

protect sacred flesh, keep thier blood fresh

record a poem in moments of dalliance

have my efforts rebuffed, snap free of the cuffs

that keep us pidgeonholed in stasis

walk on the wrong sides of the tracks, wheather ill convcieved attacks

cuz Id rather wear velvet and laces.

For I am a male, born out of hell

supposedly the one who hoards strength

but I feel thats a lie, though I cant tell you why

for beauty I cant capture with paint.