a psuedo sonnet of a soul most enraged

[Toast Of Legend]

I care not the consequenses of my reaction
to the stimuli of this tragic plane
of this life entombed in hateful attraction
the anger my soul can no longer contain
may the fires rain down
and the false prophets burn
turn all smiles to frowns
and give the vice another turn
loose the arrows of destruction send forth the harolds of rage
won't you heed my instruction
burn down this dark stage
the world is a sespool of hatered and vice
were it not for these evils the world might be nice  

[[Ashes][is][Ashes]]

Sonnets are supposed to be composed in iambic pentameter (sp?). You fail.  

[Toast Of Legend]

hence the title of pseudo sonnet. i only paid attention to the traditional rhyme scheme rather than conform to confine my verse within a set beat