The dull, pointed, phallus of masculenity,
spinning and thrusting.
it's passion far surpassing common sense.
The mad male thrust,
thrusting ever onward
murmering "relax baby, relax"
fucking to a stump-stop.
It doesn't know any better
and it is truly
the opposite of it's other half.
Sensitive to Insensative,
Rounds to Angels,
Compassion and Vengeance.
The world is run
by that blind male fury.
But it's time has passed
and the time of The Child
just begining.
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