The Glory and the Vice

People fight hardest what they fear the most
Actions speak louder than public oaths
It’s not what they say, but what they do
They flatter while they really despise you
They say they’re right, they’re not lonely
But at night, you hear them cry forlornly
Weak, but they make no move to be strong
They say you matter but they really mean ‘so long’
They build you up once, tear you down thrice
They want loyal friends, but still want all their vice
They want the victory – but don’t want the race
They desire true love, but cannot do what it takes
Non est sine successu defectum
If this be what they are, leave and let them


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