Horrors of the war against fathers

Long before Feminism’s rise, and long after it eats itself alive, imperfect, hopeful boys grow into imperfect, hopeful men, beset by countless corrupt designs-- the horrors of wars, the terrors of tyrants, the fear of death. But until feminism eats itself alive, countless, uncounted fathers will fear no war more than those in the anti-family courts, loathe no tyrant more than the socially-engineered despots they once called wives, fear no death more than of his relationship with his children.

Long before Feminism’s rise, and long after it eats itself alive, imperfect, hopeful boys grow into imperfect, hopeful men, beset by countless corrupt designs– the horrors of wars, the terrors of tyrants, the fear of death. But until feminism eats itself alive, countless, uncounted fathers will fear no war more than those in the anti-family courts, loathe no tyrant more than the socially-engineered despots they once called wives, fear no death more than of his relationship with his children.

Long before Feminism’s rise, and long after it eats itself alive, imperfect, hopeful boys grow into imperfect, hopeful men, beset by countless corrupt designs– the horrors of wars, the terrors of tyrants, the fear of death.

But until feminism eats itself alive, countless, uncounted fathers will fear no war more than those in the anti-family courts, loathe no tyrant more than the socially-engineered despots they once called wives, fear no death more than of his relationship with his children.

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