Kneeling down by Samson's side, your size is overwhelming me, but you are not a threat your just here to straighten out the two sides of this thing. Take another chance with me my dear. Cause on the twelfth day of the seventh month they will assemble their lines to parade around, devour their wine, sing songs of meaning but no meaning can be found. And yet no one dies. Cause this is not, what we want, and what we need, is too remember what truly loving somebody really means and not forgetting that we are all human to. Fail we can, cause we are all human, forget love. Nobody knows your name, and nobody dies. Love the way you rule with an iron fist.