An army of men I got,
it all came unsought,
not had by many that bought,
why crave army of women tart?
not sexual though I a pervert,
but to satiate childhood introvert,
that fought to become this extrovert,
though shattered my fort;
an army to make,
and not break,
who better than girls that don’t fake,
an army of girls I’ll leave in my wake;
an army to defeat hell’s wrath,
to make heaven of this earth.
Solitary Wanderer 