Sry Just Off Tha Top My Head((Tha Sorrow Tale)) Poem by seth kennedy

From her room of thrones, Come furious lustfilled howls as tha, , Devilish contents (she) gathered are assembled into A, , Chaotic concotion of disareyed delquinets, , Thi honey gold liquid she injectecs with hypodermics of jestures.. Tha sudden efect (seperation) of thought an mind prejected, , Out from (his) babbling words and their poetic prophainty... JEK