Valiant men we are,
colossus in nature,
unwavering in strength,
physically capacitated,
and only feeble to our emotions.
In the heat of anger,
drastic deeds we partake,
inadvertently not our will,
engrossing us into anxiety,
engendered by compunction,
maneuvering into pyrrhic victory.
In the midst of desire,
enchantment the ensnarer,
encompassed by emotions,
with no way out,
a losing battle you fight,
if you dare to resist.
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