(All Guts, No Glory)
All guts, no glory,
Take it from the top, no story,
Charging to the fore
With zeal unholy.
They move quickly with no direction,
No impact, no magnitude,
Scalar quantities
With no direction.
They claim guidance from God Almighty,
Sacrifice their life for something mighty,
Give their best in all their tithing,
But their minds are dark, without enlightening!
They're vectors in the sense of sniffing blood,
Vipers who attack in a bloody rush,
Like tigers who developed a taste for flesh,
The god they serve is but themselves!
All guts, no glory—
Take it from the top, no story,
Living so wrong
A zeal unholy!
© el-iyanu
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