It's a mythical arena that they're standing in while the real fight for women is ignored.

If I could conjure my struggle to be against something more reveled and diabolic, I would.

Not the superficial, the mundane, the dull grey eye and rotting brain caused by years of force-fed egotistical charm.

Power did this? 

Does beauty make us weak and strong?

And the sickness that still holds us hostage within a force-fed media?
What will they accomplish? 

 

What will I do in the arena while the fuckery plays on? 

Am I waiting for the blood to flow?
Wake me up and bring me my sword.