The Art Of Articulation

Please rephrase your sentence,

It will be perceived otherwise.

Words in abundance,

Yet you choose what you can't say twice.

Evil is the intention 

Apprehended by the unbiased receiver.

You stare in confusion,

Unintentionally portraying a deliberate maneuver.

None conceive your mistook notion,

For none shall know the expression within.

The fault lay in your art of articulation

And soon became the poison on your skin.

You sowed the seeds of misinterpretation,

You reaped the tree that grew the fruits of hate.

And now you see in a skeptical delusion,

Brewing agony within your unforeseen fate.

Let go of the prevailing disbelief.

And understand how your route swayed

From what could end in brief.

Let go of your angst in feeling preyed.

The world abounds in victims

Who is treated with the blame?

Erase the blots before your life trims,

Cut short as your ignorance treats you the same.

The world is quick to grasp mistakes,

Deaf to anything you plead next.

Remove what could raise the stakes,

Even that "subtle" text.

You shall be punished or shall be framed,

Former being intention, the latter naivety.

For either, you are to be blamed,

Inevitable is the construct of a retaliating society.

Mend the follies before being called out,

Ending up dumbfounded under comfort.

Words are wildfire and supporters sprout,

Salvation being fossilized by dirt.

Apologies might make your ego weary,

Idiocy eventually replaced with pretense.

"Sorry" might not reside in your millennial dictionary,

Hence please rephrase your sentence.