Regulat Genecy
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


If only words
Were sharp as swords
Then I could clear a way

Away from these hourdes
Of evil warlords
And all decedant decay

The world is warm
Like a war this storm
Rages on all day

And I can't escape
I just drag my cape
Keep on walking astray

Letting the stars
Guide me