Words, Wars, and Common Sense

If all you want is to fight
I will not run out of sight
But I will not throw one blow
Because that is very low
I bet your hit is very weak
But I will turn the other cheek
Hit me once or twice
And my words wont be nice
Hit me again
And it will begin
A silent war
There will be no gore
Just piercing words
Nothing to absurd
Truth hurts the most
Gives you chills like a ghost