6 June 2012
The Grim Reaper renders you an amnesiac, unable to recall anymore. You stare blankly at the impending doom. You are scared, but cannot move. The Reaper always gets his man. You suddenly find yourself sprawled on the ancient wooden floor, just as the glint of the silver blade is raised high. You can think no more, helpless like a kitten in a thunderstorm. And when the Reaper brings down the scythe, severing your morose head from the torso, you finally realize sinners like yourself come to horrible ends. As your mind disintegrates, your soul plunges into the depths of Hell, the bottomless pit where your true punishment awaits you. You can almost hear Hades’ laughter as the flames of Hell engulf you.
Morning arrives; the dead silence is pierced by the police sirens. As they kick the termite-infested door down, the team of special operatives is greeted by the gruesome sight of a decapitated body. The fugitive that they have been tracking for years now lies dead at their feet. Bewildered, they request for back up. The leader decides to investigate the murder; but that is a tale for another occasion. Before the team leaves the abandoned house, they hear a faint tune, and turns towards the sound. And there stood the battered musical box, which closes, putting an end the final chapter of your life. The Grim Reaper always gets his man. Death never fails to get the job done.
Rhythmic Death: Part 2 (final) • Opuss № I