They hate the man.
They try to control the man,
To eat the man,
To direct the man,
To absorb the man,
To separate him from his friends and family,
To even separate him from himself.
They try to enslave the man,
To **** the man,
Even being men and women themselves.
They try all of this to stop the man,
They know the power in each man,
As they know it in themselves.
They know all the death and misery and beauty and creation it can bring.
They will try endlessly,
Throughout the ages,
Throughout the worlds.
But there will always be someone that escapes their grasp,
And slides through their fingers.
It is for that man that we must continue our fight,
That man is our hope.