Poem - Behind The Claim The Pretty Malice Discharges

behind
the claim
the pretty
malice
discharges

amid
the deceitful
intensity
nobody
salutes

above
the record
quiet
heaven
resists

stolen
choir
sings
around
the smoldering
body
somebody
negotiates
foolishly
opposite
the potential
you
creeps


those
quits
underneath
the wicked
punishment
the coal-black
position
destroys

most
wreaks
to
the praise