Gameo Lahpa

Gameo Lahpa

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

As the nocturnal guise is eternal as the sun's immortal rise. As Juno is the prophet to the God of Mars forever counting all the divines stars. As the stars of Osiris align over the scars under Orion as all wisdoms seen become imprisoned through the prophecies envisioned through a Babylonian dream.

As I eternally see a gentile before me as thus beast sharpens its teeth like Exodus you should exit this beef. Late at night I sit and reflect through fate I select each sight as astrologers document my encompassing Halo of light as your forgone wrong all along purely worthy for the fight.

As I'm a lost spirit found between worlds that crumbled but forever finding peace and solitude through its reasons I stumble far from the reality of where I become found forever losing identity is my belief by one who squanders than ponders beyond a simple thief unfurled but I was a God in each and every world f*****g plural.

As philosophically written and clandestinely smitten the realm of the God's give tone to the primordial thirteenth stone. As I replace outer space with the globes I eternally lift all alone in my mind that you won't own that's my divine gift that I've ever shown.

As the stars count my age years amount the rage forever more I was literally made for war. As to be born a dying God no lying I receive no thoughtful applaud. As Jesus died on the cross so Dionysus is the Bacchus' boss.

As the looming dusk nears the simple night ignites your fears as vampires stalk the darkness where they walk. To invite another night forever searching to end all light from this you just simply exist year after year living in fear can you hear thy maniacal laughter.

So now you know you set me off like a feen for blow I'll forever demean your demeanor thinking this or that I'm war ready as this monster is meaner. Will you ever learn to discern that I turn a Grey sky Blue. F**k I'm vicious a bit overweight but cursed through fate as dammed delicious.

As death I seek for the world to do me in as being suicidal everyday I begin. All my poetical hymns I sing through recital as life is short but I make it shorter as I'm living so vital as life leaves these eyes only then the industry dies.

As dreams of being a Sun Tsu have got me coherst through the thirst for sorcery a not nice Anti-Christ no glory just guts to expose yours through diabolical cuts. When all giants big or small begin to fall through the fading dusk thus God will invade all kingdom's that the God's have made and better trust they'll be crushed into dust.

Through your every prayer I'll be there to ever bear through downcast eyes upon you I'll just stare without any cowardice will you dare look up to see my glare if any to bear will you ever dare as your forever shun by the son.





© 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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