Book of Boris — Doctrine of Three
Wisdom teaches.
Mercy forgives.
Logic warns.
Ignore all three?
You don’t meet a sin…You meet a reckoning.
When I come in?
I come in swinging.
Not blindly—but surgical.
With intent.
I don’t just clap—I bury.
Ego, pride, delusion?
Turned to dust before you can blink.
Mercy?
You can beg.
But you won’t get it.
And while you’re looking for help,
maybe you’ll catch a glimpse—
a Clown in a dollar store suit.
He’s not here to rescue you.
He’s here to whisper:
“This is the hell you built.”
I’m not your friend.
I’m the reckoning you prayed would never arrive.
Learn.
Do better.
Or regret everything that led you here.