Fear The Goddess

You should turn and run while you still can, boys. Do you know who I am? Of course you do. It's why you're here. You were born for this, bred for this. But you know you're going to die very soon if you try and fight me. Do you know just how many of you I've killed, how many men I've put in the ground?  I've massacred your family for a hundred generations. You're all unintelligent, worthless sides of beef standing in the presence of a Goddess that harvests your kind like a crop. No, not a crop. Cattle. You're human cattle and  every battlefield is a slaughterhouse. You even look at me with that dull, empty stare that a cow has. But you're not  cows, are you? You're all magnificent young bulls. Fiery, powerful and full of anger. You can be intelligent for once in your life though. You can turn and run, I won't cut you down from behind. There's no fun in it if I can't see the life drain of your face when I run you through. You can't flee though, can you? Even if your minds were capable of such a rational decision, your body wouldn't obey. Your muscles yearn to throttle me, your pride burns for vengeance in the names of your ancestors and your cocks ache for a taste of me.

Come for me now, then. Come and let me send each and every one of you to your graves. Let me pile you up in to heaps of butchered meat. Let me cut you down, one after the other, after the other, after the other...