p r a y   y o u r   g o d s   -   t o a d   t h e   w e t   s p r o c k e t i will give the secrets you request and you will be the one to sacrifice so lay your olive arms across my breast and sing the poems, free the butterflies pray your gods who ask you for your blood for they are strong and angry jealous ones lay upon my arms now your love i fear my time is short there are armies moving close be quick, my love i feel my body weakened by the years as people turn to gods of cruel design is it that they fear the pain of death? or could it be they fear the joy of life? pray your gods who rule you by your fear for they are quick and ruthless punishers so i lay upon your arms now my love i fear my day is done there are armies moving on be quick, my love
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		Act V. THE TRUTH. (Love is hard work. And, sometimes, hard work can really hurt.) Love is a game. If they didn't tell you before, we will tell you now. Love is a game and if you play you either win, lose, or get ejected before the game is over. There are no ties. Maybe you'll lose and learn some great, meaningful answer from it all (like if it looks to good to be true, it is). It's easy to love something when you don't have to work at it. It's harder when it asks something of you. You just might be afraid to give. Give it anyway. The heart is the most resilient muscle. It is also the stupidest. So if this love you've found is good to you, hold it, keep it, shout about it. If it isn't, then maybe you should just become very good friends.