Me: So tell me something, Satan. You ever dance with a devilman in the pale moonlight?
debirurabu: Oh yes! Every moonlight our hearts dance at the rhythm of our heartbeats and passionate love, without moving a muscle, without saying a word. The Devilman’s voice is the sweetest melody to me, which I can listen to for hours, days, even years! Way better than any mortal “music”. The way he flexes his muscles is superior to any “professional” choreography, ever. The way he looks at me makes me lose the strength in my legs, as if I had been dancing for hours.
Long story short, I’m way too punk rock to dance.
are like poetry in motion.