Words As A Weapon
Why is it people's actions speak louder than their words
Still it's line after line of dialogue they move in herds
To be honest I could care less if it's left out for your birds
If you think I heard the illusion then you truly are blind
I'm in the pinnacle of form here as I slyly unwind
For my words are a choice therefore an action in the mind
You've been scouted, you pouted as there you were timed
The motions of rhythm you flung as you unavailingly mimed
All along we both can hear the bells of your fate chime
I'm not hiding behind lines just building a verbal barricade
Whilst your lyrical sandcastle with the flowing tide fades
So why the stunned expression now that we see the facade?
...who will you be dreaming of?
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