Let thy tongue
Churn the waves like Neptune
To bring forth the envy
of the moonlit lunatics
Lull the masses with diction
Let them delve deep
And know thy soul
Articulate thy vehement feelings
To bring forth the inner sophist
Whose logic is beyond reproach
Words hold the means to meaning
Pregnant with potential
Ensnare their essence
String your words like a master poet
And throw your listeners into utter frenzy
The world is for the orators
Whose speech hold sway
Find them forever enthroned
In the minds of their followers
Like a message etched in stone
They are this world's master
Those that muster creative talk
Our minds, their playground
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