He belongs to us,

We control him.

Where he goes,

How he gets there.

Yet somehow,

He regains control.

We send him places,

By way of our brethren.

Tearing him apart,

Disassembling his every cell.

Yet somehow,

He knows how to stop us.

We,

Sent him to that woman’s rooms.

We made her fear him,

We made her hate him,

We put her at his mercy.

Yet he rebelled.

Long have we studied men.

Long have we agonized over their wants.

Now we give one,

The lusts of all,

And everything he could want.

Yet he denies us our deserved gratitude.

Why is it,

That he differs so from other men?

Why is it,

That which lures in other men on him it has no affect?

What is it,

That makes him so immune?

We must,

Must control him again.

It not,

He just might find away to rule us.

Never,

We can never let that happen!