Percussions embedding acoustically in a cacophonical orchestra. the maestro shooting decibel after decibel at the audience. the retro concerto rhetorically enchanting and spellbinding to the descending souls. this ritzy celebration of the deaf, the blind, and the dumb. cheering on the alcoves; a paraplegic does a jig claiming a musical possession threatening to re-limb him. a silence in the cacophony as soprano's and tenors belch out the lyrics in sign language. the blind maestro blending the glorious concerto to a brain pulvarizing orgasmic level; the climax of the rhapsody a fiery cold dirge beckoning to the entrapped audience chanting to the fallen Deity. soul after soul gobbled in search of immortality. rigid morbidness their cue to traipse along to another snack over the pew. gorging be their etiquette the audience awestruck by the exquisite performance. the grimmreaper back stage clocking overtime, hoping not to be late for his dinner date with lady fate whom he hoped to reap as soon as the harvest ripens. not today though lest she chokes on soul kabob's her delicacy. a serene bliss engulfs the gravely venue screaming soundlessly at the soul drunk deities, as the raw energy palpitates in their banished bodies exploding with an abundance of captured entombed souls.
