Dark Church

Dark Church

A Poem by B. Lee Leger (Thug-Angel)

Up high upon the mountainous hill the dark sky in the mornings dawn is forever gone no longer with us as only rain remains and an eternal dusk. As the nocturnal mass pass thru open doors out from the night and light rain that slowly begins to pour.

As cracks of thunder rolls thru the sky above deep bellow winds begin to blow through all the tall trees with each gusty breeze they sway with ease. As rain batters the town street by street slowly begin to drown water is blessing those within as the Ocean capsized vessels through rage and fury the divine has baptized all the lost and weary.

From pew by pew and row by row hands raised in full praise of all earthly throws. As praying hands raised and outreaches to the Saint who preaches of the world's end and of a new beginning through the view who deemed the dammed through sinning.

As the mortal flesh has weaved an upheaval evil demonic messenger as several Devil's have divine pleasure defined by an evil eye for all to find through the walk of life by design and relay through the sought plot every Sunday.

On black Sunday's the church becomes packed to mark the summed days as evil disguised before the comprised who praised the ways through the nocturnal rise. As the black Bible guides their secret survival in times of retribution by their praying hands their dark faith forever stands through their view as the absolution.

As a peering glance out the hazy window closely nearing by chance the cawing crows circle the church above than pirch atop the doors closed. As the service of choice nears it's end as a voice who voiced has intertwined it's friend here they hear the sermons end.

As the church doors open the dark sky parts now the congregations exit starts out from mass they slowly pass thru the streets who never knew of their true deciets. As living by their own commandments they portray a non nefarious life from day to day.

As living so discreet the dark church is their fair haven to meet and greet. As their faith will never parish as each eternally see it's to be cherished

As manipulation is their way of life and survival inception through intention forever guides the spiritual to who confides their strength that's astute through a religious revolt that none can refute.

As they are the chosen to uphold demonic virtues as told. When the way of life leads onto new paths and to follow the mass who proceeds through needs of indepth acceptance as each strong deeply belong.



© 2023 B. Lee Leger (Thug-Angel)


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Added on September 14, 2023
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B. Lee Leger (Thug-Angel)
B. Lee Leger (Thug-Angel)

moncton, new brunswick, Canada



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