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Wither Words

So stuck behind the pedestal I stand,
Observant eye of mine - the power, aye,
To make you wither with the speech I've planned;
With hopes in two, there's nowhere left to fly.
A viper, me, to pierce the neck and spew
Such venom deep into the pulsing veins,
To sear, arrest the mind and body new
With words exalting someone else's gain.
I'm disillusioned with my words today
And yet these words are all I have for thoughts
That are not even mine but I must say
For I'm commanded to command your clots.
Imprisoned to imprison audience rapt
Something false inside our minds has snapped.

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