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Exhortation

What if I ask you To be my confidante To look over my past And ignore my doings.
What if I ask you To make my ideals a priority To look after my temptations And ignore your own interests.
Would you still be Willing to take a step Towards an eternal dilemma Between friendship and conspiracy?
What if I ask you To remember what you were To look where it all changed And right all your wrongs.
What if I ask you To stop being materialistic To look deep inside yourself And find your missing piece.
Would you take a leap of faith Into the deepest recesses of your soul And find the differences between What you were and what you've become?
What if I ask you To put everything at stake To risk everything in your life And help me build something bigger.
What if I tell you Love is a luxury that we can't afford Emotions are fallacious Solitude is our accord.
Would you leave everything Sacrifice every dream of yours To attain nirvana Amidst hell and heaven?
Aren't we all savages? With deceiving smirks And scintillating eyes, We all are nefarious jerks.
We've been killing each other Claiming profits over the dead. Let's start living for each other Enough blood had been shed.
Now I ask of you is a little trust, The hidden goodness and huge sacrifices. Desperate situations call for desperate measures Rise above, get out of the societal cellars.
Why be a grain of sand in the desert Waiting for a cloud to burst? When you can be the rain That can quench its thirst.

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