Dragged ya down below,
Down to the Devil's show,
To be his guest forever,
Peace of mind is less than never!
Devral
Hate to twist your mind,
But God ain't on your side,
An old acquaintance severed,
Burn the world, your last endeavor!
Flesh is burning, you can smell it in the air,
'cause men like you have such an easy soul to steal.Devral knew that there were other people within the library, a girl he had recognized from the dark arts class had arrived to talk to Sestuna. He paid them no mind and blocked out all other noise so that he may focus on the task at hand.
He opened the large book to the first page, even translated the book had a strange title. Not only that but the words seemed to be moving... much like a moving shadow. This did not bother him, he turned the page to the index and searched for the topic of which he wished to learn more about.
Here. He found it, grabbing a chunk of the book he flipped it to the pages he searched for. His face screwed up for a moment, the pages were blank, then suddenly, worlds began to flow upon the page. This was a strange book indeed, but as he read it was indeed what he was searching for.
So stand in line while they ink numbers in your head,
You're now a slave until the end of time here,
Nothing stops the madness turning,
Haunting, yearning, pull the trigger!
((I'm stalling til I have an idea roll into my head.... I'm currently suffering from a severe case of brain block. No new ideas are coming to mind. *sigh* ))
