[Static hums in the darkness, Greed’s declaration seemingly falling on deaf ears. It isn’t until the once dead lamp post lights up that he gets a response: his own voice, staticked and on loop.]
“Mine?”
[Another lamp post lights up, then another. The lights throw something of a spotlight on the sin.]
were they yours? they seem more like stray dogs cold and hungry with nobody to watch over them
but me at least i gave one a purpose
a reason to seek freedom and not to lie back while she makes you do terrible things
not to be like some people
[The lights hum.]
if you really wanna keep them If you really really want what’s ‘yours’
[His voice play again, from a dozen lights and radios. “Mine?” “Mine?” “Mine?”]
think about where you stand, mister sin.
[Pop Pop POP! The lights each burst one after another, the hum of static gone, and leaving the demon simmering alone in the darkness.]
no subject
“Mine?”
[Another lamp post lights up, then another. The lights throw something of a spotlight on the sin.]
were they yours?
they seem more like stray dogs
cold and hungry with nobody to watch over them
but me
at least i gave one a purpose
a reason to seek freedom
and not to lie back
while she makes you do terrible things
not to be like some people
[The lights hum.]
if you really wanna keep them
If you really really want what’s ‘yours’
[His voice play again, from a dozen lights and radios. “Mine?” “Mine?” “Mine?”]
think about where you stand, mister sin.
[Pop Pop POP! The lights each burst one after another, the hum of static gone, and leaving the demon simmering alone in the darkness.]