The Nude Scribe

Here I stand nude with imperfections naked with truth if it is truth that be told life tapestry unfold before the world eyes without embellishment without lies no malcontent prejudice it is the pain of truth one finds offensive shielded by arcane sins buried in the treasure chest of life the invisibility of the mental quill thoughts provoked by conscious the tongue a filthy often wicked piece of pink fleshy muscle meat torture by deception a tool of twisted tales confronted by change often cut out silence the devil ah but the mind brought to justice by the heart it is a fools request to stop the quill the mind the heart full of truth thus you would have to kill the nude scribe © 2010 Lepadah All rights reserved Reproduction of any materials without permission is strictly prohibited. Copyright 1999-2010.