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Hidden Agenda

HIDDEN AGENDA:

It's on record,
Stripping naked in a rainfall. 
A prelim lost of freedom, 
Heddled by a downfall,
Highlighted with boredom.
The journey is so wrong, 
And the prelim wants to hold on.
His soul is crying 'oh Lord'.
Time to time feeling appalled.
The challenge seems so tough.
He wish his life is prolonged, 
So he don't demise too young.
The mind is guilty at a cost, 
Yes, the prelim is terribly at fault.
But the time is gradually passing out,
And still can't breakout,.
Pressurised by pals,
For him to join their camp,
Indeed he joined them at last.
Later he's realised it's bad,
After the wealth he has amassed, 
Can't satisfy his life.

Sacrificed the one he loved,
Only to succeed easily and fast.
Now that the deal is done,
He don't feel so fine. 
Surrounded by numerous restrictions,
Gradually getting him diminished. 
Always saying he's been foolish.
Figuring out he will soon perish.
Non of his family benefits from his wealth,
As the family's state is not well.
No one understands that tale .
It's a secret that has failed,
Tagged with a notion,
Described as the paramount conclusion. 
Surrounded by his cohorts,
Who are also in the same pot.
Hooks up loose ladies,
Uses and troubles them.
Plans carnally to chill at unqualified columns.
Gestures he shows, he ahem,
Anytime questioned about his solemn.
Since he showcases a stealth.

He acts strange,I can tell.
Even his own people,he can't gel.
And their insinuations about him can't be dispelled.
Never doubting words regarding his spell.
This perfidious act proves who he is,
Someone fastened to mortal sin.
Lost from good morals, backslidden.
He didn't get it forbidden. 
Buried in devil's riches, 
Fifty-fifty sooner die or go mad,
Traded a good soul for vanity, so sad.
Drastic move,Damning not a canard.
A reality to pick a lesson,administered.

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