To The Coward, Nathan Stotts
You met a man named Martin
and you killed him with your gun.
But my commands are Spartan,
and Nate, you broke a big ‘un.
I have to ask, did you feel strong?
Did it finally get your father off your back?
Did you prove the haters and losers wrong?
Are you a Punisher-sticker-haver, and hopelessly wack?
Yes, I made you a coward, and I’m hardly surprised.
Your fate? You are damned, this you surely surmised;
you signed up for this “job”, you knew all the hazards.
I am a loving God, saying
All Cops Are Bastards.