Naked Star of Truth

Do you scribe with a sword of honesty or the feather of a sketchy lie. Nobody wants to be taken for a flowery parade ride. I would rather swallow a cup of fire ants than drown in a pond of saccharine. Truth comes easy you don't even have to try, don't obsess about the rhyme, just slap the tap-taps in your head onto the willing keyboard bed. Try not to over think or the brain ink will dry grow cold, let it flow from the blood of your soul it may not be pretty the path may be covered in grit and grime but its a path for all truth seekers to take they'll come by the scores to hold the naked star of your truth and they'll die with its glow in their hearts.