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Open Challenge

 




So you ask a girl to love you, to trust you,
And then you try to shame her for that trust,
Laughing behind her back, like it’s some game—
But let me make one thing crystal clear.

This is my open challenge to you,
If I ever catch that smirk on your face,
If you dare to laugh at the vulnerability I shared,
Or try to turn my honesty into a weapon against me—

Go ahead, run to anyone,
You coward—do what you will say what you want.
But know this: nothing will shield you from my rage,
Nothing can save you from the fury you’ve awakened.

You talk about respect for your mother and sister,
You parade your virtues like they shine so brightly,
But let me ask when you pick on others,
Does that respect extend beyond your own bloodlines?

Because I swear if you ever try to pick on me again,
I’ll be the one to tear you apart, limb from limb,
Not in some whispered, secret revenge,
But with the truth, with the fire I carry inside.

Do you really think shaming a woman for trusting you
Makes you a man? Does it bring you any pride?
I am vile and evil, you say—well, what are you then,
A spineless coward who hides behind lies?

You think your money and height make you stand tall,
But in reality, you’re crumbling under the weight,
Hollow inside, a man who fears real strength,
A coward hiding behind the mask of pride.

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