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you call yourself a real man

you’re just a cunt who will never understand

one of these days you will run out of shells

and the animals will give you hell

you want the tusk of the elephant

how does it feel when it pierces you

you want the coat of the lioness

feel the fangs in your skull instead

just for once we would like a gun

pointblank range on the poachers head

we speak for those who have no say

your death will bring a brighter day