Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
Devices come in many shapes, capabilities and sizes which define constraints on the content these devices can handle.
The depths of your soul are clearly tainted.
The tears of the waning moon grow hazy.
I intend to do good deeds at this school and prove I'm not who they think I am.
I couldn't have guessed you would seduce the school's public leader and beat the crap out of her. Here goes nothing! This is the end, isn't it?