men

We call ourselves men

We're mere mortals

Slaves to our addictions

Messengers to our cravings

You only live when you've found your essence.

Bound to fate and destiny

Battling with gods and fortune 

Success? A rare outcome

Cursed to plough the fields and till the earth. 

To birth a life, one is taken.

Alas we're pawns in the play books.

Books in the sanctuary of gods ‼️

Men would cry for Hades.

Would crave the grim reaper's touch,

Cursed with mortality, Death would beckon.

Valhalla beckons‼️ the sanctuary of gods.

Feasts of wine and women awaits.

Nevertheless, We're nomads,cursed to roam the earth.

Savages cursed and named Man.