The Game

Listen to me.
Do not try to speak. I don't have much time.
You have been put into this game.
This game of life and death.
I need to warn you, you must win at this game. Only then will it truly end.

She hides her lies
Behind cystal eyes
And a smile that's painted on
Beware the cold
In her heart of gold
Feigning warmth but giving none
They say "isn't she perfect, a diamond in the rough."
She only heard your praises but it's not enough
"Isn't she wonderful, a vision from a dream."
But no one can hear her scream.
Beware the girl who shares the air of kings.
She's a guarded heart, an angel with borrowed wings.
Beware the power your words can bring
Your spirits are only breaking
Saved or destroyed by the girl with borrowed wings

I can only give you a riddle to guide you.But who are you?

You have barely enough power to speak...
Do not tell the others.
You are our saving grace.

I am your Oracle.

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