The 3lack Star (7he Year of the 3engal)

[Heth Lee (李)]

To cap with 3lack, the hole that swallows.

Led by the spirit, the L0rd that follows.

In deep, to sign, and align with faith.

By the time you're born, it is then known as fate.

The Lemurian Naga as cold as ice.

The Seraph that rises, the snake that bites.

Alone in 3lack, to graduate, to cap.

Your birth parents proud, they begin to clap.

Wanting to know, to disguise your mask.

Chastisement that hurts, from first to last.

As the New Moon peaks, the energy burns, it seems too fast.

Going down hill, the green, the grass.

Wishes we seek, the Saturnalia that peaks.

Alchemy like led, the gold then sold for cheap.

Now you know the snake that slithers.

The Winter that's cold, the Sirian like blizzard.

The bud that Joe's, what's created, what's sown.

The 3engal in me continues to flow.

To put on a show, the lion that hissed.

A Cherub on fire, and burnt to a crisp.

[Heth Lee (李)]

Ty for reading!

[Dancing Fingers]

Very Kool!