I was so innocent, all I wanted to do was enjoy my childhood
But he tortured me inside out
He made me witness the worst
The trauma of it all is so overwhelming ...
In the Morning of Time, when his fortunes began,
How bleak, how un-Greek, was the Nature of Man!
From his wigwam, if ever he ventured to roam,
There was nobody waiting to welcome him home;
For the Man had been made, but the woman had NOT,
And Earth was a highly detestable spot.
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