Rhetoric

Do you think I’m impressed?

Multi-syllabic is your speech,

A lecture for the years.

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You rant. You rave.

To the crowds that gather,

Your message is slathered — 

With big words. Well, congratulations.

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Yet all I hear is your judgements.

Your lecture is long

Your opinion clear.

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But your message is hazy — 

Watered down, milky, and toxic.

With your biases as your venom,

You spit poison darts with precision,

Hitting your target, fueling the fire.

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Their hearts you reach — 

Only because they’re as dark

And tainted as your own.

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Your poison infiltrates their veins,

Mixing with their own venom of hatred.

Righteous and mighty, you gather.

A crowd of hypocrites

Marching the streets.

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The blood of your children

You smear over the doorposts.

Like a neon sign, flashing vividly — 

Your hate you wear like a badge of honor.

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Righteous and mighty, you gather.

Hypocrites, this crowd.

Serving your pagan gods, you hide

Beneath your hoods.

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And as you march, your speech

Gains volume. Your words

Gain syllables. Your Wisdom

Loses the battle. To your ignorance.

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So, do you still think I’m impressed?

Multi-syllabic is your speech,

A lecture for the eons.

You rant. You rave.

To the crowds that gather,

Your message is slathered — 

With big words. Well, congratulations.

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Yet all I hear is your ignorance.

Your lecture is long.

Your opinion clear.

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But your message is haughty,

Hateful and full of venom.

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So, no. I’m not inspired.

Your words do not impress me.

Your speech is wasted.

Your lecture lost.

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Go back to your hordes of hypocrites — 

You’ll be welcomed there.

Until they find another,

And then, they’ll slaughter you

The way you do your children.

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His message is lost on you.

And your own is lost on me.

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No. Your big words do not impress me.

For in your vanity, you’ve forgotten

Wisdom, insight, and sanity.