I am not endorsing this band whatsoever. If anything, don’t even let your curiousity listen to this band. I am not condemning, rather I feel compelled toward Sean Kennedy. A man I once knew for a moment of brevity. It was my senior year of highschool in Fort Collins, Colorado. Sean and I met through Resurrection Fellowship. He came out of nowhere during our Christmas talent show and of course, I was a big showboat and spoofed a song about being too emotional…then I smashed the plastic guitar into oblivion, then left the stage.

Sean, you were there, you sang that song…we will dance through the moonlight. I feel compelled to tell you what I have written in this poem. If you are out there I hope you can find this.

Its this ink bright as day I

Think, Tickle Me Pink,

I can see you’re the typical

Band that doesn’t seem

To understand that your

Lead singer is no stranger

To the altar, is no random

Man with a sleeve full

Of tattoos, rather he was

Meant for greatness and

Worship and before another

One you guys OD’s I think

You should listen to Me,

If you want to rip me the

Shreds for thinking your

Music is upsetting the dead

Life that you’re all living in,

Be my guest, I am making

One simple request: turn

And see that there is a way

Out of the rock and roll tour

Mania that has you all hooked

On stardom stamina, this one

Goes out to Sean Kennedy,

I’ve seen you before,

There is liberty, you

Probably don’t remember

Silly me getting up on stage

And acting your age, playing

My fake guitar and smashing

It on the floor, this was 2004,

Seems so far away and forgotten,

But God, Christ, and Me all

Agree that you have been

Given gifts for His mercy

To light a path, not for the

Darkness to send you back draft.

 

If you gain anything from this plea,

Please let it be mercy, love and truth,

I pray you change your way, this

Is no spoof, nor hate crime, I just

See and I cry, I hear his voice

Over your life, you Sean and the

Rest of the band, He has a plan,

If not for me, then turn for He.