Riddle XXXXIV

If I would shout,

Into the empty metaphor filled skies,

Until my mouth were numb, bloody and dry,

Would the greatest inhumanity witness awake,

To the despicable arrogance of masculinity,

Rival sin accessories awoken,

By every religious ideology,

Adopted to defy...

If not for war,

For sport?

Never recompense...

For every imposed accessories

To every single sin...!

(All male interaction?)

In lieu of,
A hybrid control!