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 overthink, or the brain ink will dry. Grow cold,
Let it flow from the blood of your soul.
The path may be covered in grit and grime.
But it's 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 willingly die with its glow in their hearts.
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