You say that boys will be boys
But are we not men anymore?
A life is not a toy
It's a living, breathing human being
This is not your slave,
And you are no one's master.
You're just depraved,
A lonely twisted bastard.
How can you call yourself a man,
If you're just an overgrown infant?
You shovel in as much as you can,
Giving in to every instinct.
You cannot hide
Forever
You will surely die,
And answer for your crimes.

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