No Remorise Poem by seth kennedy

Tha dawn annouces it's paile'thoughtful plan, With A silent roar of clouded sun-light. Let me tell ya tha cruelty that binds these, Simply complex conflicts of rage inside A shared mind.. Stress confussed? With tha loss of god... ' Betrayed by A country of mudd mutaints! ' Tha rank comfort of A morphine/Vodka cocktail, Druken plane tripps to wittness the sacrafice of Rock-n-Roll, Tha tathered leather dressed (God of Thunder) Strum, s his ancient, Cords calling forth A crowd of minuins to fill tha colicuime with, Chants of A generation dead! , , , . ' It's rather funny lookin back trying too remember A, Time before' My pen draws blank Ink.. No remorise... Nor recialection.... ' I have become her crowned creation spawned by A, Royal tounge of sabotaged words tha arrogant asain, Created to serve the princess of evil secure in her madd, Insight of sanity..... ' By J.E.K