The Game

The heart of a man is a most vulnerable thing
More so than the eyes, the mouth, the nose or the brain
Exposed to the elements, we are laid bare
To those we love, it is up in the air

Nothing is certain, and nothing is clear
Those who can see us inspire much fear
For nothing will grow that is not meant to die
Forever's no more than a perfect lie

If I steal your heart, and you steal mine
Only one will pay for the weight of the crime
So join this game of Russian Roulette
Two-barrel game, only one will be set

'Tis wise to invest in a lock and a key
When done with the latter, toss it into the sea
For no man who's been ravaged, burned, beaten, and scarred
Will step up to play in such venomous card.

The End

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