X has no fear factor
he once set fire on fear
to meet many sisters of danger
on the gutted throbs his guts grew
never withdrew under any fire
dreadful or painful aftermath is his energy chew
such a weirdly rare
is born to set the world on fire
his impulse stream has many drive-currents
libido follies and medieval thrills
gladiator mettle and warrior zeal
bring him often close to a banshee shrill
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