pardon

 
truthful honesty gags on the vile that I suck in
observing the rawest
My empath screams then scrambles eggs
blending with fiction
a lb of fantasy

people don't like my spiritual knowledge
I don't care for what I take note of
silent as the grave
My hands are  not the equalizer
nor would I want the job

sometimes the demons want to talk
I'm an equal operating channeler
they really are clever

Angels don't talk it would be a distraction
they keep watch and the balance
they'll give you a nod
But if you bother them, they'll tell you they are handling business

Now Daddio will approach and ask if my guard is at attention
we are to be ready at all times
mock war, that of companionship

be on guard, little girl
be ready and show proper respect
You have men to govern
It is your task to learn to give orders

Father, I will work on it
men at attention with me, they play
but not with the big man
I'm learning they love me like a little sister

much is expected of me in the Onyx kingdom
Dad, when you brought the ambassadors
I shouldn't have played no matter my thoughts on them
It was enough that you wanted to show what I can do
I shamed myself playing dumb, pardon me