When you're the one who's selected,
You'll sometimes feel neglected,
Your test will be a compliment,
To your enemies you already are prominent.
You'll still complain with all you've been given,
Forgetting that your hell is somebody else's heaven,
Your direction will come from rejection,
Your greatness is incubated through frustration.
You'll be isolated for your development,
They already know that you're intelligent,
The environment will be frustrating for you to be fruitful,
Some will want to misuse your strength 'cause you're useful.
Your enemies are secret agents for change,
Their oppression will be the power exchange,
Your position is higher than what they have in their hands,
There's nothing they'll fear more than your plans.
The class is not yet dismissed,
Restoration is coming for all the opportunities missed,
The best is yet to come,
Enjoy the sound of the strum and dance for that drum.
Secret Agents for Change
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