Build Up
Continue to push me further,
Force my vision into a raging blur,
Inevitably consumed by the vengeful fire,
Despising you with my every fiber,
Assuming me to be your personal jester for your entertainment,
With such cynical thoughts you would have me in containment,
One day you'll see the abandoned hat on the ground,
You'll search but your jester wont be found,
Till the hour you're sentenced for your heinous crimes,
Until that day I'll bide my time.
Copyright © Ty Price | Year Posted 2012
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