When Good Words Come


They mocked and mimicked
but took the advice,

draining the words
of true meaning
and pumping them with evil.

My words
they twisted,

manipulating something so
beautiful,
creating something so
disgusting.

They took each other's words
twisting
pulling
changing them
all to make one look bad
and another look worse.

They took my words
looking at them
like it was the evil they created themselves.

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