Straight off, moron, creating or taking risks,
especially aren’t necessarily courageous trials,
because many ignorant and imbecilic kids,
while even plenty of adults like yourself,
also obviously engage in it,
cheerfully suffering through too, I’m sure.
Ha, you know, deaf jackass,
quite pathetic, little stupid things,
largely located on the outside of your tragic cranium,
much akin to enjoyable and profitable activities,
counting as your mindless and chronic beatings,
against others throttling an unpitying gladiator ring.
Besides, accomplishment is a stark generality,
totally about extreme and various,
degrees of highly subjective importance and existence,
meaning within a supposedly grand scheme and resolution,
close to how long one could suspect,
your bitter career and noteworthiness to ultimately last.
After all, you’re plainly famous for merely being greatly skilled,
yeah, straddling the upper echelons of a dreadfully barbaric, sporting crusade,
drenched more beyond bloody cruelty leveled for its mighty sick thrills,
steadily rallying toward the supreme nod of reigning holy dollars,
which simply to me and admittedly by you caught under a good moment,
this mess of a proposed hero hardly fits an example to lecture respecting bravery.
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