5 July 2012
'I open at the close.' Or do you close at the open? As you take your last few breaths
In, out Try not to panic In, out
Walking towards your murderer Knowingly, willingly He'll take your life, you know it
'Stay with me?' 'Always.' But he'll take your life, you know it
As you walk into the clearing Your loved ones disappear You drop the stone
That evil cackle 'He's here, my Lord.' You squeeze shut your eyes
A blinding flash of light Seen through your eyelids There's nothing you can do
But wait.
To Death, To The Lord • Opuss № I