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Language

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

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Written by
ben-perry
Australian
Published
Jun 8, 2013
Lines·Words
10·63
Notes

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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