Boast
Titles have flown
And brought me home alone
But yet I talk cheerfully
Hiding the suspense fearfully
Don't dare but play fair
But be calm and I despair
Any dethrone justice
Of which I seek malice
I boast with dark blasphemy
Of a fool's forgery.
I Boast with your fears
I Boast with your tears.
I boast with your laughter
I boast when you think you are my master.
I boast with your terror
But what I love most to boast is your error
To forget me your conscience.
Copyright © Chandre Petersen | Year Posted 2012
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