The Price of Patience

I am postponed mid-chrysalis, Interrupted from my finality My blood is boiling yet my rage is worthless The carpet is dragged from under me They will get away with it, For I am the bigger man, And whilst I am in power, I will display it all I can So keep prodding, keep goading, I’m biding my time. Until you are nothing, and I am divine.

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