I will tell you such a story which may seem quite unlikely
But know, dead, some signs bode ill as parthenogenesis
And now, listen to my narration, gloomy picture of world lasting but wanting...
Since the day where the lore
Had proved male's uselessness
The slaughter began, so peerless
Making him lay his gore
Long ago a poet said the men's
Past and future were women's
He was right but this meant death
And now it is the parquet's reign
All men are dead but the slaves
Females still hold the flame of joy
They keep the strongest, fieriest boys
Who are we due to shrew total obeisance
And must give them wildness extranagance
As Faust sold his soul to satan
The boys sell their flesh to women
