male :

i cant count the guns in my head
the many brides i do not wed.
building temples to my overstated abulia
escpaing imprisonment , trying to be near.
logic my religion, purpose my reason,
to lead is to think, to follow is to listen.
loneliness is my second best friend,
your women are mine to lend
history operates in shapes i create,
the future in my head is always too late.
all my needs, i will succeed.
i will create, i will not heed.