Sometimes being me is too much to bear
It feels so daunting
On top of everything
There is hunger, to eat your heart out
So foolish of me to want something that can be called fake or forgotten
In one day, in an hour, a minute, a second, in a moment
Whenever she decides to leave me for dead
I love women for this reason
They give us men something to look forward to
Whether that being "character development" or
Something tender, something sweet and beautiful
Something to protect and hold dear, yes like a prize
Because that’s what women are, they are a blessing to this world
They should be treated generally different to men, in a gracious way
If we men in society, would normalize this more
We wouldn’t have all these thots, bops, young women selling themselves on the internet
They would feel shame and guilt, because we men hold ourselves like kings and want to find someone like us
A queen, someone who honor themselves
A woman that respects herself and body, that knows one day there will be a man that comes by and fulfills her true desires and treat her the way she should be treated
But money makes us do things that we never would have if it wasn’t an element of this life
Our punishment as men, need of currency
Most people know this to be true, and don’t let money change or control them
I applaud you
They don’t let it be their entire identity as a human being, pieces of green paper with slave owners on them
Some people let it destroy them and their community, the future of this world
Don't they know, no one can serve two masters
If only this world had more faith
We wouldn’t have people starving
We wouldn’t have constant suffering
We wouldn’t have brain rotted children; watching, learning, idolizing money hungry freaks
Leading the future into a hellish one
Trying to normalize rape and let sexuality consume their minds in every perverse way
Watching desperate streamers "catch" so called "predators" on camera
Just to slap them on the wrist, try to sympathize and letting them go
Allowing a convicted child rapist represent a whole country at the olympics
What will that do to the future men
Exposing them to homosexuality, stripping them away from ever trying to be an actual man
Not allowing them to express and feel themselves as their natural born gender
Saying it's normal when it’s being shove into their spongy minds
That it is okay to treat women poorly, like objects
Causing women to adapt to this age of sick men
Leading some to publicly try to please us in every way, for acceptance and money
The ones that aren’t able to appeal or feel unwanted will revolt eventually & hate their other half
Causing more chaos, more divide, more sexual sin.
What sick people have orchestrated this fall of humanity
This attempt to make us stray away from the everlasting grace, that washes over us every morning
I can only hope and pray for your halo to stay intact
Can you feel my heart ache and yearn for you, every waking moment that my mind decides to remind me, what could be mine?
Hopefully it never becomes, could’ve been mine
If so, at least you didn't get to know me...
at least I still got these...
And the cycle continues
It feels so daunting
On top of everything
There is hunger, to eat your heart out
So foolish of me to want something that can be called fake or forgotten
In one day, in an hour, a minute, a second, in a moment
Whenever she decides to leave me for dead
I love women for this reason
They give us men something to look forward to
Whether that being "character development" or
Something tender, something sweet and beautiful
Something to protect and hold dear, yes like a prize
Because that’s what women are, they are a blessing to this world
They should be treated generally different to men, in a gracious way
If we men in society, would normalize this more
We wouldn’t have all these thots, bops, young women selling themselves on the internet
They would feel shame and guilt, because we men hold ourselves like kings and want to find someone like us
A queen, someone who honor themselves
A woman that respects herself and body, that knows one day there will be a man that comes by and fulfills her true desires and treat her the way she should be treated
But money makes us do things that we never would have if it wasn’t an element of this life
Our punishment as men, need of currency
Most people know this to be true, and don’t let money change or control them
I applaud you
They don’t let it be their entire identity as a human being, pieces of green paper with slave owners on them
Some people let it destroy them and their community, the future of this world
Don't they know, no one can serve two masters
If only this world had more faith
We wouldn’t have people starving
We wouldn’t have constant suffering
We wouldn’t have brain rotted children; watching, learning, idolizing money hungry freaks
Leading the future into a hellish one
Trying to normalize rape and let sexuality consume their minds in every perverse way
Watching desperate streamers "catch" so called "predators" on camera
Just to slap them on the wrist, try to sympathize and letting them go
Allowing a convicted child rapist represent a whole country at the olympics
What will that do to the future men
Exposing them to homosexuality, stripping them away from ever trying to be an actual man
Not allowing them to express and feel themselves as their natural born gender
Saying it's normal when it’s being shove into their spongy minds
That it is okay to treat women poorly, like objects
Causing women to adapt to this age of sick men
Leading some to publicly try to please us in every way, for acceptance and money
The ones that aren’t able to appeal or feel unwanted will revolt eventually & hate their other half
Causing more chaos, more divide, more sexual sin.
What sick people have orchestrated this fall of humanity
This attempt to make us stray away from the everlasting grace, that washes over us every morning
I can only hope and pray for your halo to stay intact
Can you feel my heart ache and yearn for you, every waking moment that my mind decides to remind me, what could be mine?
Hopefully it never becomes, could’ve been mine
If so, at least you didn't get to know me...
at least I still got these...
And the cycle continues
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