Man
Gallantly your sword is unsheathed
And then it is vigorously sheathed
Pretending not to be a man of today
Will I lie so bluntly
The sweet sound is liked by I
As the rain falls slowly
Neither do I find pleasure in birds chirping
Turned on am I by the sounds of bullets firing
Men were created to be violent
Not to fall for everything violet
Distant to emotions shall you find
Risking all sanity of my mind
Shall I be called lion hearted
Not a mere sweethearted
To stand tall valiantly
In the midst of battle shouting
Not to be found cowardly
In the face of adversity screaming
Drawing out my sword
Hunting as I get bored
If built to fight were we
In the name of love why flee
Are you not addressed
Dear Foxtrot you're blessed
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