To slither away all giddy and gay, happy that you stood up to no man.
What coward must you be?
To leave your presence but touch no stock; to find the lock yet hide the key.
What fear must you possess?
To twaddle a twat like a weasel or rat; to creep and scurry...I digress.
Still to be more direct:
When your rage runs away and leaves you a silent press;
do you blow away in the face of distress?
Alone unarmored can you truly stand,
or only a warrior when swords in hand?
What of the weight of the blade;
do you stay firm or go wet as a babe?
What battles can you win,
if you flee the scene when war cries ring in?
Can you even march to war?
For when the wind blows ... you stand no more.
How much heart must you have?
When serving the truth you cut it in half.
How honest can you be?
When you twist your lies to bind the truth.
Are you tasteless salt or just rotten fruit?
You are faithful to no GOD and loyal to no truth.
Do you battle for yourself or are you true to a cause?
You carry no code and live by no laws.
Be they helpless or confused would you discard them like a spare?
How must it feel to be a coward stripped bare.
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