Lost Bookshelf

There is a lost bookshelf
In the back of the library
It has books that are dusty and old
And even books of stories told

And even if someone found the lost bookshelf
It doesn't have any books to help ones self
Except for a black book
With a great big "BEWARE!"
That's written in the blood of the fallen heir

Let's just say that you found the book
And opened it without a care
The blood of the "BEWARE!"
Would sink into your skin
And soon enough
You'll come to find
That you're a living sin

Feared by the poor
Hated by the rich
Hunted by the virtuous
And none of them can resist
To put you on the top of their s**t list

You can run
You can hide
And they'll lose your tracks
But no matter what
Your sin will never die
And they'll find you somewhere down the line

You've come to the part
Where you've ran so far
Unable to stand
So fight back
Throw sand in their eyes
And kill them all
With an unseen surprise

They want you even more dead now
You've got to find a way out somehow
They're quickly closing in to take you down
And there's not enough sand to go around

The only thing that can help you now
Is the black book in the lost bookshelf

Cut your palm
And take your blood
And on the cover of the black book
Write "BEWARE!"
Just like the fallen heir

And sacrifice your life
To the greater good
Just like all of us knew you would
For time repeats itself just like it should

THE END... Until the book is read again