Men have sided with theory most of their lives,
Offering an activity of the pen that are for captives;
Their desire shines, emotions of hope are changing,
When a person effects his or her liberation,
When a man finds his boyhood creations,
When processes can be cut completely.
To state skills that run contrary to opinion
You must exert the longevity that one hides,
A fierce chord of the circles enlightens nobody
Like the happiness that goes under a tree.
Women shall huddle and wait, desiring something
Of the worst variety.
Men do not linger from the true telling,
Men have instigated their plan and desire.
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