Poetic War

Poetic War

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

Reality altered by fantasy:

As soldiers rhyme to the front line as weapons bear weapons and bare arms bear no arms. As its War ready for this General all steady selected is the line as each star aligns.

As these soldiers invade through psychotic parade into white Compton. Red roses are red violence is true before you ever knew I became true blue. WestEast on threescore Hail the beast Carpe Diem the gore.

who's who and what's what whose ears are open but mouth shut. With beefs to settle heed thy need to bleed thee from an accidental deed. As God's awake they romp a stomp and C--Walk a figure eight fate of the quake but made Compton shake.

As your military are far from sight as I lock the dope game down down f*****g tight. As both our army's stalk these street's at night by infrared get Dead and blotted from being red dot spotted your lost within the maze who plotted.

As half of the world is torn from peace thee other half is on be half of me thy incarnate from the state of Greece in the middle lies little East. As I try dry ice forms a breeze as ice is gripping you nice with ease. Too cause you slipping or to catch you slipping into a world of psychotic pain so bazaar with me you'll remain.

Man witch man which man your a dammed b***h than. No tit for tat f**k all that you'll get hit only when the titan circle sit.

Oh the sweet sweet Art of war to greet each street our soldiers steady and ready for blood and gore. As we comence in combat intense within our war room we stratigize our doom ever since.

As every calculated step is indepth and strategically designed as all mercy has left as we both plot each other's death how divine.

As the God of criminal culture selects his soldiers of this small city hood could some still Ryde by a nouse or die without choice as its this life we seduce. As chanting is now hoist enchanting through who will abide with a war cry of a voice to both sides.

As the city's kingpin placed his foot onto pin a hail of lead busted in thru his head apart it blew what you never knew that i got no heart for you.

© 2024 B. Lee Leger (Thug-Angel)


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B. Lee Leger (Thug-Angel)
B. Lee Leger (Thug-Angel)

moncton, new brunswick, Canada



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