#samson blames delilah

[feat-taylorswift]

| he took our youth and promised heaven

[typingwithmyhandstied]

Biblical references or just anything religious in songs make me go feral. I don't know why.

[shaisuki]

📌 day four: body worship + taiju shiba

for a man who can easily destroy someone with his fist, he sure is tender with you. treating you like you were a fragile glass. easy to break, cracking under the pressure of a touch.

taiju can be everything but he doesn't fit in the definition of gentle and befitting the synonyms of soft. he's rough, brutal, a sadist. who relishes in the cries of his opponents, laughs at someone's demise and no ounce of mercy to his enemies. took a hundred of beatings still he wasn't one on the floor bleeding as they cling for their life. you saw how violent he can be and how dangerous he is and if he allows it, he can hurt you in many way but taiju was never the reputation he upholds when it comes to you.

the room's dim but it was enough to see each other in his spacious bedroom. sitting in the foot of his king-sized bed, wearing a sheer silk night gown. the length stopping at the middle of your thighs and the man who claims to be your lover towers over your form. silent and calm unlike to his usual expression that is ready to snap at any moment and to crush the bones of whoever provoked him.

he leans down to cup your face. not doing anything but to admire the soft features of your face. the innocence is plastered on them and he slowly kneels in front of you. his hulking figure still dwarfing over you despite being in the half of his height.

the former leader of the black dragon is kneeling in front of you. it was like a sinner and you were the saint he's confessing his sins to. praying for forgiveness and was ready to do whatever you want just to bestow the forgiveness he longs for and you were baffled. taiju had never shown you this side of his despite the multiple intimacies you both shared. he was dominating. controlling whatever he set in motion and you will only be molded as he wants.

“taiju?” you call out to him. confused at what he was doing. you were nervous about it. the swirls of his tribal tattoos are a delight to see in his skin. everything's huge about him. hus muscles bulging at whatever place it was meant to be. he didn't respond to the call of his name. the low rumble akin to a growl coming to his throat is all you received.

a woman like you should be worshipped. it took him many tries and blamed it on to his blindness of the truth. took him a long time to fully see what really you are in his eyes and he was on the brink of insanity how he have ignored you for long and as an act of repentance for the sin he committed. he will adore you, rever in your presence and he'll reach the heaven with you.

he knelt before you. cradling your foot in his hands. raising it for him to kiss it. his lips brushing to your toes. he slowly ascents to where your calf is. his nose brushing on the skin and leaving featherlight kisses. his rough palms grabbing the flesh in your calf before putting your foot on the ground again. your breath hitched when he looks at you lwith those golden yellow eyes of his. his gaze leaving yours to resume kissing all the place untouched by his lips.

you were slowly losing yourself when you feel him nibble the skin inside your thighs. his palms splayed to the surface of your outer thighs and it made you giggle a bit. the size of his huge hands isn't enough to cover the expanse of your thighs doubling in size at the placement.

the small lingering touches was enough to drive you crazy but to taiju, it wasn't enough. he needs to feel every inch of you. show that every part of your body is loved. despite the callousness in his hands from years of brawling, he knows the every bump of your body. the scars and the stretch marks decorating your thighs like it was lighting streaks. he made sure they are kissed, properly worshipped. it belongs to you and when taiju decided that he loves you, loving you wasn't enough. he needs to breath in the air as same as you and if you decide to betray him like what delilah did to samson, he'll ask you to do it again. the difference you weren't delilah and he wasn't samson. if you can't love him, what's the point of his life.

the strange feeling and yet, familiar slowly engulfs him. the coldness of your skin warm against him. he hears every breath you take from his ministrations and the low curse coming from your sweet mouth. he slowly lifts up your nightgown. revealing your soft, fat pussy glistening in wetness of your own slick.

his large hand grabs the underside of your thighs and lifts it up, placing your soft legs in his shoulders. the skin in your thighs are smooth. he just rubs his cheek to feel them before taking a lick until his tongue slowly inches towards your glistening cunt. slow, deliberate licks are what his tongue are capable of, he can do better than this but he only wanted to take it slow this time. feel the softness and the taste in his tongue. warm and saccharine sweet it is and he stops. it's only a taste and he can do more of it later.

he must be god's favorite child. the divine one have given him you and despite all the things that he had done — he was blessed with you and taiju was more than happy to please you with whatever your heart desires. spoils you to the highest of heavens that there's always a smile on your face.

the bed dips with the added weight of his body. hovering above you was taiju. the blue and white strands of his hair dangles above you. his stare intense while looking at his wife beneath him. he could lose his self forever to you before that he needs to feel you. worship you with his lips that you will know tonight and for the rest of the days that he's only devoted to you and only you.

the straps of your night gown is flimsy similar to a thread to his large hands as he slid them down from your shoulder to your arms. slipping it off below your body until your upper body is exposed to him and taiju known for his appetite, licks his lips in delight. he leans down to meet the soft skin of yours begging to be licked and touched by him. leave them with his hickeys and bruises. a reminder that it belongs to him. a lifetime of devotion a man can give to someone but to taiju, a night of devotion to you is worth a lifetime. and he had loved you for many lifetimes that could exist.

taiju leans down. the tip of his nose brushing to the pulse in your neck. descending down to your collarbones covered by your supple skin and then his lips dragging between your breast and stopping until he reaches your round stomach.

the flesh around the areas flat when you're laying in your back but in the slightest movement it moves. it ripples and it jiggles and you feel hot under the gaze of your husband. he had shown you many times how much he loves the part that you sometimes deemed as ugly but it was his favorite and you let him do whatever he wants with it.

the flesh spills in his thick fingers when he grabs them and taiju revered on it. he makes sure to love this part of your body the same he loves. so he makes love to it. his tongue's hot. leaving hot trail marks, he sucks on the parts where your stretch marks is prominent. kissing the scars on them and he didn't stop until he was contented.

the weight of your body is he welcomed a long time ago. you were only a mere centimeters taller than him in this position. his lap as your seat. eye leveled with your chest and this is the only time you can look down on him. his hand rubbing circles on your plush stomach and other is on your back.

“fucking divine.” he speaks and you've gone bashful when he compliments you. there is nothing more beautiful to taiju with your expression. he kisses you on your jaw and groaning when you tug on his hair. “make love to me, tai.” you murmur. kissing his cheeks and he melts at it. a man's weakness is his wife.

grinding on his erection, soaking it with your juices and he curses cause you're asking so sweetly for him and what kind of man he is if he couldn't give what you want and with the guidance of his hands, you finally sank to his cock. he slowly moves his hips. kissing your arms and then, then.... he couldn't think no more. being plagued by his thoughts of you and this sensation that he's connected to you.

he wants it to be like this every night and day and he'd worship you again and again until his last breath.

[softceleste]

"You didn't even falter, didn't look back once, did you? So Samson blamed Delilah, but given half the chance I would have made him weaker too."

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[smtsmtblablabla]

"Men start wars yet Troy hates Helen" is a arrow to the chest, but "So Samson blamed Delilah, but given half the chance I would've made him weaker too" is the most relatable, gut wrenching and real line of the song to me. I don't think I can put into words what I feel, how we grow up hearing that she was wrong for cutting his hair, but the fear. The fear of sleeping with a man so strong he could crush you and you couldn't do nothing about it. This kind of deep rooted fear that no amount of love can change. The desperate necessity of being with someone you are able to fight against.

[cosmicbolognesa]

(English version) Crowley meets Samson

|| A little writing from our favorite demon, just doing his job.

『 Then Samson cried out to the Lord, saying: “O Lord, remember me, I pray, and strengthen me, I pray, just this once, O God, that I may take vengeance on the Philistines for my two eyes.

Judges 16:28 』

...

From the beginning, the idea had seemed absurd.

I mean, did they really have to go through all that trouble of tempting Delilah first, and now, dissatisfied with the results, they had to stir up the drunken Philistines to have them bring a blind and chained Samson to the feast?

Crowley took another sip of the wine that the servants were passing around in small wineskins; it was sweet with a hint of spice, good and expensive without a doubt. His feet led him through some of the guests who were eating and shouting praises in the form of chants to Dagon, though most were so drunk that Crowley thought that, if the creature existed and could hear such a ruckus, it surely wouldn't be pleased. He vaguely wondered if God truly was. The redhead then approached the crude main table, where the group's leaders were drinking. A few persuasive whispers from the demon were enough to spread mockery and begin the humiliation of the prisoner. As no one seemed to pay much attention to the man with glasses as dark as his clothing, he was able to get closer to Samson and, after another sip of wine, spoke.

"This stuff is pretty good, you know? Though, of course, you’ve never tasted—nor will you ever taste—a single drop, right?" he mentioned casually. "I mean the wine," he clarified, remembering that Samson couldn’t see him, nor the wineskin he was holding. The man turned his face slightly in his direction, with his hair covering part of his face, offering no response, too busy murmuring a prayer to God. Crowley clicked his tongue. "Yeah, um...I don't think that will do you any good. God is probably too busy right now, and they"—he glanced around—"they don't seem too interested in making peace with you. I don't blame them, of course..." he shrugged as the other continued murmuring his pleas. "Anyway, if it comforts you, I'm here to watch how 'the sins of these men will crush them'—and yes, literally! Oh well...what can I say, man? It’s probably about to happen..." he raised the wineskin towards the blind man before drinking the rest.

He made his way to the exit just as they were placing the man between the two pillars of the place, still chained. By Satan, didn’t they realize? Well, it wasn’t his problem. He just had to reap the fruits. And so he did. When the first rocks began to fall and the foundations of the place collapsed, Crowley was already at a safe distance and merely watched the rubble and the pieces of bodies sticking out from the dust and sand. Without a doubt, Samson would have his place in heaven, but there were at least three thousand souls secured for his own side.

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

okay but when maisie peters said “baby i am the iliad of course you couldn’t read me” and when she said “you’re just a boy and i’m kinda the man” and when she said “i’m actually bloody motherfucking batshit crazy” and when she said “so samson blamed delilah but given half the chance i would’ve made him weaker too” and when she said “all i do is think about the past and haunt a house nobody lives in” and when she said “i don’t think i wanna get better” and when she said “guys i’m pretty sure it’s the american dream” and when she said “hear my lyrics taste my venom” and when she said “you had the speaking parts but i guess i was the playwright” and when she said “goodbye from the bigger man” and when she said “i will try forgiveness but i will not forget” and when she said “we could live off of magic and maybes” and when she said “if it was a first kiss how come it felt like a snakebite” and when she said “you broke my heart and my self esteem for a girl that’s a remix of me” and when she said “we are the best damn band that’s ever played right here” and when she said “behind every lost boy there’s always a wendy” and when she said “i’ve seen it in the poems and the sands i’ve pleaded with the powers and their plans” and when

[mournersandfunerals]

I'm absolutely floored by Maisie's ability to address the fact that women are not the problem in such a poetic way. In History of Man when she's talking about the consistency throughout history of women being blamed for shit with "Samson blamed Delilah, but given half the chance, I would have made him weaker, too." And obviously the classic example, "The men start wars, yet Troy hates Helen." And here she is with "Yoko never broke up that band."

We have Wendy, a song where she actively tried to rewrite a narrative, but at the end of the day, it still has the same result because it goes, "I'll lock the window and turn on the AC, you'll throw your rocks and you'll scream that you hate me."

Which, again, brings us back to "I've tried to rewrite it, but I can't." You can never change the fact that women are always going to be held responsible, even when it's not their fault.

And honestly, she might not be able to rewrite this narrative, but she can sure as shit make sure the stories are getting told.

[devilander]

"so Samson blamed Delilah but given half the chance I would've made him weaker too" so delicious in a oc/reader x homelander scenario. retelling of loving a man but bringing him to his knees—defenseless, weak. either in an act of utter betrayal or in accordance to his own needs he himself might not see. or a yearning for finally humbling him, levelling the playing field.

betrayal as an act of love, of hate, of jealousy, of keeping it true to your principles. homelander, did he let it happen? in surrender? in such trust his delilah knows better? or that delilah is at his side, that she'll weaken him to make him stronger in some other way? is it giving up on the fight after being cheated on what he thought was true love... or is it catching him by surprise, fooling him, delilah fooling herself that's what she wants, not what was demanded she do?

is it the end, their final break, or the beginning of something else?

many thoughts.

[thecoddaughter]

Pearl, Gem, & Lizzie as The History of Man by Maisie Peters

Tale as old as honey

Pearl being created, surrounded by watchers

A moment everybody knows

The moment turning into the stainglass style of big moments 

Yeah, I'm sure there was heartbreak

Each of the victors standing in front of their glass

Inside the walls of Jericho

Zooms out to see the exterior of the Hall of Memories floating in the Void 

I couldn't believe it

Younger Pearl floating through the Void, staring down an elder Watcher

How you could just stop wanting me?

Being exiled to Evo

You burnt down Easter Island

Evo building up to the entering the End together

As if it wasn't sacred, as if it wasn't sacred to me

Being forced to fight the Dragon alone, floating in the Void alone

I've seen it, in the poems and the sands

Exiting the End, with the Watcher’s reading out how Grian joined them again, landing on an isolated beach

I've pleaded, with the powers and their plans

Her finding her way back to the Void and convincing them to send her somewhere

I tried to rewrite it but I can't

Sitting in her tower, aware Grain had infiltrated the Empires Realm risking it all 

It's the history, the history of man

A portal opening and her getting access to the Hermit Realm

She stays up, he's sleeping like a lamb

Pearl working hard to figure things out, Sausage asleep nearby

She begs him, he says he doesn't understand

Pearl’s “death” in the Empires Realm and King Sasuage’s death 

She loves him, more than anyone ever has in the history, the history of man

Saint Pearlo being founded 

It's the history of man (yep)

Sausage of Santuary dedicating his life to Saint Pearlo

You didn't even falter

Gem looking at Fwhip after he destroyed the Empires Realm

Didn't look back once, did you?

Escaping with him, only to take a portal one day and not return herself

So Samson blamed Delilah, but given half the chance I

Gem watching all the Hermits having these strange pre-determined friendships no one can’t even explain

I would have made him weaker too

Her looking at Pearl and feeling that unexplainable friendship 

Sirens sounded, trumpets blaring

GeminiSlay being titled, fight scenes and whatnot

You walked out oh, without sweating

Spinning around Gem altering forms, unknowingly teleporting most nights

I've seen it, in the poems and the sands

Gem landing in Secret Life feeling something off

I've pleaded, with the powers and their plans

Gem unknowingly picking a former victor and a runner-up place for her team

I tried to rewrite it but I can't

Her staring confused at her gibberish spellbook next to her secret book

It's the history, the history of man

She fiddles with the Watcher charm Pearl gave her while staring at the secret keeper

She stays up, he's sleeping like a lamb

Gem staying over at Etho’s, questioning why something feels wrong about him being her brother

She begs him, he says he doesn't understand

She her charm symbol scratched into Scar’s floor and asks but he won’t tell 

She loves him more than anyone ever has in the history (history)

Images flickering between Fwhip and Etho

The history of man

Gem lingering in portals longer than safe

He stole her youth and promised heaven

Pearl fighting with the Watchers 

The men start wars yet Troy hates Helen

Grian get punished with being in charge of the Death Games, but still Pearl gets the short end of the stick

Women's hearts are lethal weapons

Gem going through the effects of the Boogieman Curse

Did you hold mine and feel threatened?

Her kneeling bloody in front of Pearl 

Hear my lyrics, taste my venom

Gem floating through the void and losing her memory again

You are still my great obsession

Gem finding Pearl and staying close to her

I've seen it, in the poems and the sands

Lizzie washing up on the beach in Empires Realm as the Ocean Queen

I've pleaded, with the powers and their plans

Lizzie falling through the Void after dying, meeting the watchers

I tried to rewrite it but I can't

Flashes of Jimmy dying soon after

It's the history (history), the history of man

Lizzie trying to hold onto her memories as they flash before her

I stay up, you're sleeping like a lamb

Lizzie waking up in SOS Realm [there may not be lore, but there is always lore]

I beg you and you don't understand

She tries to explain it to Joel but his memories are too blocked

I hold on, I try to hold your hand

Them holding hands but Joel looking distant

I save you a seat, and then you say you wanna stand

She watches him as he mindlessly portal jumps

So you'll lose me, the best you'll ever have

Lizzie sitting alone on SOS Realm

It's the history, the history of man

Flashes to Pearl and Gem feeling like they are missing someone

[timdrakegf]

the good witch 🫧 prompts

the good witch

" still argue like my mother and suppress stuff like my dad. still miss you but I know now it'll pass. "

coming of age

" and i couldn't erase you. like a tattoo on my waistline if it was a first kiss. how come it felt like a snakebite? ”

watch

" cause you broke my heart and my self-esteem for a girl who's a remix of me. "

body better

" i can't help thinking when you touched it, were you sorry? were you sorry like you weren't at the time? "

want you back

" till you caught a teacher's daughter with a dangerous text. ”

the band and i

" oh, it was breaking down, it was falling in love. in a gas station by the pickup trucks. ”

you’re just a boy (and i’m kinda the man)

" you were my best friend, my shoulder to lean on but you pushed me out quicker than it took me to put my jeans on. ”

lost the breakup

“ i’ll smile and you'll have to face it i’m the greatest love that you wasted. ”

wendy

" you’ll throw your rocks, and you'll scream that you hate me. ”

run

" he likes a promise if he don't have to keep it. he hates a sentence when he has to mean it. ”

two weeks ago

" i wish we kissed when we first wanted. and we didn't miss all the time we did. ”

bsc

“ if you don't love me, what was april ? you played a game but i run the table. mister ‘ I don't want a label ’ you made me little miss unstable. ”

therapy

" it built me like a promise 'til it broke me like a curse. with your shadow in the door, you were turning in your key and loving you was letting you leave. ”

there it goes

" yeah, the love we had was eating me whole. I had to send it home. ”

history of man

“ so samson blamed delilah but given half the chance i would’ve made him weaker too. ”

holy revival

“ no getting attached to men you can't have. ”

yoko

“ funny, you know, you were the whole wide world. you fell for the moment so you lied to the girl. ”

the song

“ my thing is i’m still obsessed with the idea of this one thing. with all the ways that it wasn't but it might've been. ”

guy on a horse

“ listen, boy, somebody's gotta say it. it might cut to the core. got this far but i’m joan of arc and you're just a guy on a horse. ”

truth is

“ truth is, you were the blow behind the bruises. you weren't love but i think i confused it. ”

the last one

“ they’re never gonna get it, no, they'll never understand but i believe in you, i’m your number one fan. ”

requests open !!

[reputayswift]

"So Samson blamed Delilah, but give half the chance I would have made him weaker too." Made me scream in a way that my roommate came to check on me

HE STOLE HER YOUTH-AND! PROMISED HEAV-EN! THE MEN START WARS YET TRoy HAtes HEL-en!

[zannolin]

"so samson blamed delilah, but given half the chance i / i would have made him weaker too" is actually an insane lyric like yea yeah troy hates helen but given the chance i would have made him weaker too.....

[stealeroflemons]

edits I desperately want to see #1

making this a series maybe because I'm still grieving and need something new to fixate on while I process

~"History Of Man" by Maisie Peters combined with House of The Dragon~

"Tale as old as honey, a moment everybody knows" - Rhaenys being passed up by Viserys when the new ruler of the seven kingdoms is named

"Yeah I'm sure there was heartbreak inside the walls of Jericho" - Amma's funeral scene and specifically when Rhaenyra looks at Viserys waiting for him to be the one to dracarys

"I couldn't believe it" - Rhaenyra and Alicent praying when Rhaenyra was crying over her mother

"How you could just stop wanting me" - Rhaenyra and Alicent sitting at the dinner table before Vsierys is sat when they were still at odds

"You burnt down Easter Island, as if it wasn't sacred, as if it wasn't sacred to me" - when Rharnyra sees that the Targaryen heritage was wiped clean and replaced with symbols of The Seven instead

"I've seen it, in the poems and the sands" - when Rhaenyra sees the white stag

"I've pleaded, with the powers and their plans" - when Rhaenyra is pleading with Viserys to defend her when her son's parentage is being called to question/ when Alicent is telling the council that Viserys did not wish for the murder of Rhaenyra

"I tried to rewrite it but I can't" - when Alicent tries telling Rhaenyra that "none of it need be this way in truth" when Rhaenyra is cold towards her because of her relationship with her father (Viserys)

"It's the history, the history of man" - select scenes between Otto and Viserys

"She stays up, he's sleeping like a lamb" - Alicent after having to coppulate with Viserys, staring up at the dark ceiling/camera

"She begs him, he says he doesn't understand" - Rhaenyra arguing with Viserys about how if she were a man she could father a dozen bastards and no one would bat an eye

"She loves him, more than anyone ever has" Rhaenyra and Daemon when Rhaenyra is gifted the necklace

"In the history, the history of man" - Alicent standing sullenly when Viserys announces he is to marry her

"It's the history of man (yep)" - blackout between next part of the edit/end of it if it's short

"You didn't even falter, didn't look back once did you?" - when Rhaenyra has to present Joffrey to Alicent/ when she has to walk past Criston

"So Samson blamed Delilah"- when Criston confesses to being intimate with Rhaenyra to Alicent

"But given half the chance I, I could have made him weaker too" - Alicent feeling betrayed by Rhaenyra (same scene as the one with Criston)

"Sirens sounded, trumpets blaring" - the tournament for Amma's son before she died

"You walked out oh, without sweating" - Viserys deciding to save the baby at the cost of Amma's life

"I've seen it in the poems and the sands" - when Rhaenyra sees the message hidden in the blade of Aegon's dream

"I've pleaded, with the powers and their plans" - when Alicent is crying to Otto about Rhaenyra's virtue/innocence being tarnished

"She stays up, he's sleeping like a lamb" - when Rhaenyra is being stitched by from her cut done by Alicent and her husband finally comes back from his time grieving his sister

"She begs him, he says he doesn't understand" - Alicent being shut down by Viserys for wanting her sons eye to be avenged (before she cuts Rhaenyra/attacks her)

"She loves him more than anyone ever has in the history, the history of man" - Alicent with Aemond or Aegon, trying to be motherly but not quite being as gentle as Rhaenyra is with her sons

"He stole our youth and promised heaven" - Viserys lying with Alicent in bed/Otto arranging the marriage

"The men start wars" - flash cuts between Otto, Criston, Daemon, and Viserys

"Yet Troy hates Helen" - the puppet show put on slandering Rhaenyra + Alicent being disregarded even after giving Viserys sons

"Women's hearts are lethal weapons" - Alicent trying to bond with Helaena while she explains what she thinks about that one bug she was holding

"Did you hold mine and feel threatened?" - mini spliced montage of Criston looking at Rhaenyra liked he loved her after her ngiht out with Daemon and during her wedding and when he started the fight/killing of Joffrey

"Hear my lyrics, taste my venom" - Rhaenyra landing in dragonstone telling Daemon "I'm right here, uncle" when getting the egg back

"You are still my great obsession" - Rhaenys telling Rhaenyra that the men of the realm will still want another man on the throne before they will ever want a woman to rule them

"I've seen it, in the poems and the sands" - back to when Rhaenys was passed up by Viserys

"I've pleaded, with the powers and their plans" - Amma begging Viserys not to sacrifice her when shes giving birth

"I tried to rewrite it but I can't" - when Alicent is trying to do damage control over Viserys' death with the council

"It's the history, the history of man" - splice montage of the men who started the whole fucking problem

"I stay up, you're sleeping like a lamb, I beg you and you don't understand, I hold on, I try to hold your hand, I save you a seat, and then you say you wanna stand- so you'll lose me, the best you'll ever have, it's the history, the history of man" - splice reel of Amma, Rhaenys, Alicent, and Rhaenyra all trying to appease the men around them and being disregarded and not given any grace for the effort they've put in, ending with the opening scene of the scroll holding Viserys's name on it being carried to the throne to be announced for who would rule the seven kingdoms

[permetutotheworld]

(Tale as old as honey A moment everybody knows Yeah, I'm sure there was heartbreak Inside the walls of Jericho I couldn't believe it How you could just stop wanting me? You burnt down Easter Island As if it wasn't sacred, as if it wasn't sacred to me I've seen it, in the poems and the sands I've pleaded, with the powers and their plans I tried to rewrite it but I can't It's the history, the history of man She stays up, he's sleeping like a lamb She begs him, he says he doesn't understand She loves him, more than anyone ever has in the history, the history of man It's the history of man (yep) You didn't even falter Didn't look back once, did you? So Samson blamed Delilah, but given half the chance I I would have made him weaker too Sirens sounded, trumpets blaring You walked out oh, without sweatin I've seen it, in the poems and the sands I've pleaded, with the powers and their plans I tried to rewrite it but I can't It's the history, the history of man She stays up, he's sleeping like a lamb She begs him, he says he doesn't understand She loves him more than anyone ever has in the history (history) The history of man He stole our youth and promised heaven The men start wars yet Troy hates Helen Women's hearts are lethal weapons Did you hold mine and feel threatened? Hear my lyrics, taste my venom You are still my great obsession I've seen it, in the poems and the sands I've pleaded, with the powers and their plans I tried to rewrite it but I can't It's the history (history), the history of man I stay up, you're sleeping like a lamb I beg you and you don't understand I hold on, I try to hold your hand I save you a seat, and then you say you wanna stand So you'll lose me, the best you'll ever have It's the history, the history of man)

[folkloreromancr]

it's the way i could go on talking about the judgement of paris, paris and helen of troy while defending helen till my dying bed and it's the way i could go on talking about how samson blamed delilah but given half the chance, i would have made him weaker too and it's the way i could keep explaining to people how delilah was never the downfall and samson was never a victim and it's the way i could go on talking about how yudishthir staked draupadi after losing the game of dice and remained mute as he watched his own wife get disrobed by dushasan in a court full of men and it's the way i could go on talking.....