Honesty

To be brutally honest with you We stake our claim to fame Among falling ambers with feathers for wings Through a barrage of disgust & then, For a fallen world in quite a rush He knows that if he can control your thoughts That in effect he can control your mind At one time I could see yet today I'm totally blind To be brutally honest with you That effective fervor prayer of the righteous one From such prayers availeth very much To resist him will result in a flee The bruised reed shaken in the wind Although, Papa was a rolling stone; He was never to be found very far from home In matters of solace degree To be brutally honest with you A transformed hermit was once a slave That fully claimed thread, In noticable silent dread Some engrafted in essential sought after fabrication With silver streak to faintly prey on the weak To be brutally honest with you A slight of hand once delivered out of divination In solemn mass to profess a vested proclamation To be brutally honest with you !