What We Heard
Words hypnotize and deceive everyone at one time or another.
These hypnotic words cannot last long if the substance isn't true.
Grandiose are the lines we recite, when we try swaying our brother.
If you pay attention and listen carefully, it will be hard to fool you.
We might be inclined to insert the message subliminally in a rhyme.
We then pronounce emphatically, articulate in a manner to delight.
While it playfully dances in our head we recognize the truth in time.
Only by being cognizant and understanding can our decision be right.
There is a gift both in the writing and speaking of the written word.
Innate, is our God given ability, to comprehend what we heard.
substance, grandiose, rhyme, delight, gift
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