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B o a s t

The heart is a mere infarct without

enough blood supply

Without Lord's kindness we're just a

speck of dust and you can't deny

I see people exaggerate and boast

awfully

Not scared of the world hereafter

unbelievably

For even the greatest fighters

Have the mildest of the hearts says the

writers