Those who play like they are your friend, but when you are gone, side with your enemies, leaping like demons over the fires they stir with your back turned, are cowards, bastards,
have no worth as a person. I would rather face someone who I know who is my enemy and who says they hate me, than a coward who smiles while I am there, and spreads the lies
of sick bastards when I am gone. Its about honor, integrity, truth, and courage…and those imps have none of it.


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