Tired of being the receptor of the sword
I want to march into battle, guns drawn
blazing fear into every man who crosses
the pussy hiding between this woman's legs.
I want to be the hardened
general leading troops into battle
give ME balls! I have earned them
surviving invasion after invasion-
Ahh, remember
the strength, the control, the surrender?
Wait! I cannot afford to reminisce
not at a time like this.
I must learn to assert my independence
to maintain this female erection.
Step aside, you foul-smelling flunkies
time for a change in strategy.
Fuck them 'til they're too tired to fight
subdue them as they dream.
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