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I was crawling and dazed though I didn't lure her
She begged and made me ache
Within, I could not show her
what she had done
She emptied me, as I poured out everything
I sought to fill again, but the wine shattered
my vows, she served nothing but poison
She stole my tenacity, I sacrified
my strength for passion
and I crawled, dazed and empty, but desired
and taken while the poison was in my skin
This is manhood, I say
the moral and the surging primal wants
and the ability to become a god
and never without a woman's desire for more
devoured and thrilled to be consumed
until she is gone
and there is nothing left of me 
but an empty shell
This is manhood, I say