Book of Boris — Chapter XLII: Strength with a Smirk

29 Sep, 2025

Verse 1

I am my father’s wall. Cold. Solid. Unyielding. But I learned the upgrade he never knew— that strength doesn’t crack when it laughs.

Verse 2

I don’t fold. I don’t flinch. I smoke, I grin, I let the Clown wheeze. The ember glows, and the fire is mine.

Verse 3

The Wall was unmovable. The Furnace was unbreakable. And now the Furnace laughs— a smirk sharper than any crown.