Am about to sail to the land of the forgotten, I guess am doomed to face the sanctioned rod of man`s righteous brutality. I am so bold and strangely built, yet am compelled to fold my hands and allow man to feast on my meat even without seeking for my consent.
With my bewitched razor edged horns, I can comfortably put an end to the careless life of man, my strength Is like the iron bars of Russia. Sadly, am bound by
From Bulututu Ozuah