Bless me with your gift of light
Righteous cause on judgment night
Feel the sorrow the light has swallowed
Feel the freedom like no tomorrow
Stepping forth a cure for soul's demise
Reap the tears of the victim's cries
Yearning more to hear the suffer of a
Of a demon as I put it under...
"Shut that crap."
"No." Dante said with a grin.
"Oh, come on, I haven't had a moment of silence ever since I got here."
"Hello?? Didn't Mundus teach you anything? It's a jukebox, I got it really cheap."
"Because it's second-hand."
"It's got nothing wrong with it!" Dante protested over his shoulder as he walked into the bathroom to have his morning shower.
"Nothing wrong with it yet." Trish stated slyly as she made her way to the much-hated jukebox, stepping carefully over the snooker balls lying on the floor. She had slipped on one of them but a month earlier and fell on the grubby wooden floor, getting her favorite jeans irreversibly dirty. Trish looked over her shoulder to make sure Dante was not watching her. The sound of him singing was enough to confirm though.
"Stupid guy should seriously not do that; the whole bloody street can hear him." Trish muttered as she messed with the jukebox. She finished by giving the jukebox a swift kick, walked back innocently to her place, sitting at the side of Dante's desk. She proceeded in making herself look busy as Dante walked in.
He turned to look at Trish. "Hey! Did you turn off the jukebox?"
"Yeah, I did." She answered.
"I was singing along to that!" Dante complained.
"Yeah the people down the road know too."
"They're listening for free!"
Click! Click! Pause. Click! Click! Click!
Dante scratched his head in confusion. "Hey! It's not working! I wonder if it's because it's second-hand…"
Trish was just about to give Dante an 'I-told-you-so' speech when Dante karate chopped the jukebox.
...Life of vengeance, a passive test
Until the grave I will rest
Engage the pressure until it crumbles
The existence of the lifeless black souls
Onward to the sacred battlefield
Where justification and limits are revealed
Tools of steel in rage they conquer
Weed out the killing of victim's stalker
"Oh no."
"Look Trish! I made the jukebox work! …Trish?"
"Why?? Life with Mundus was better!"