When most of the great and most popular male singers sing--whether of pain, love, or its loss--they speak with the voice of Godiva chocolate. Where are the men who when they sing they speak with the voice of mead, Scotch, or Bourbon? Yet one day men will learn, when they sing, to speak with a voice of thunder. On that day, justice will fill the earth.

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