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Slavery whithout the beneficts
On the History of Humanity,
On the saga of the female pretenders by motivations to be understood.
The slytherin or the pussy, the real fire benders
Giving knowledge and fire to their descendants,
Praising for the death of a dubious God
Setting the stage for the real contenders.
Not original, that’s an argument of mindscape
That’s what you take to hear the sage’s out of NDAs
Admitting that the hero of imaginary Eden
Would be, or the woman, or the cold blooded.
I bet on the woman, and sociological illation
Madonna matriarch, who’s Plutarch, talk about family,
Can you surpass such suffered creatures, sensibility with beauty,
And 1 million years to develop the nuances you cannot grasp?
Maybe I must know more male humans, or get a referee...
By now I see the power of the male, and the superiority of the female,
So long hidden and in disguise,
Eons of slavery without the benefits,
Praised as Madonna and yet beaten,
Humiliated,
And yet robbed of their achievements.
I see myself as an admirer as well as an offender,
Totally dependent on their qualities and skills,
A simple soul that hasn’t learned to pay his bills.
