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A man that takes a woman

At the edge of a knife,

To gain satisfaction

Regardless how it ruins her life,

Surrenders all self respect and humanity

And will receive nothing but contempt from me,

For you cannot call yourself a real man

If the only sex you can get is through fear and demands

Gained through violence and threats of death,

Of any compassion you are bereft

And the wickedness that drives you

And the depraved nature of your life,

Denies you any of your rights.

Meanwhile your victims live in self loathing and fear,

Scared because you instilled in them fear,

That you will be back again

If they tell anyone of your perverted deeds,

You’re less than worthless

And a waste of all the air you breathe.