Words flowing from my mouth like liquid mercury
Coiling, and slithering through the air
Coalescing into the minds of others
As notions of charisma
Speech becomes a means to an end
A tool, to be used for gain
To control; to chain the individual with emotive language
To subvert with honeyed syllables
No longer is the master wordsmith an artist
But a con-man
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC
Words flowing from my mouth like liquid mercury
Coiling, and slithering through the air
Coalescing into the minds of others
As notions of charisma
Speech becomes a means to an end
A tool, to be used for gain
To control; to chain the individual with emotive language
To subvert with honeyed syllables
No longer is the master wordsmith an artist
But a con-man
I like words, they have so many different combinations and variants
But I guess sometimes this isnt always a good thing as, ironically enough, words can conceal meaning
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