| They call his arrival – The Weary Executioner |
Do you hear how loudly your heart is beating? No, there's a reason for it; your wise heart will sense the arrival of the Weary Executioner before you do. Here he emerges from a dark alley – a short, mustached man of middle age, just like any other ordinary person… at first glance. But if you look a little closer, something supernatural becomes apparent in his appearance, although you'll never quite understand what it is. Ordinary gray trousers, a worn-out jacket; in a crowd, you would never pay him any attention, but why is your heart beating so loudly? And how unbearably slow is his pace, how unpleasant is the sound of his heavy boots as he approaches you, and you are unable to even move under his tired and indifferent gaze. On his shoulder is a sharp scythe, covered in dried blood – but why would he clean it when he'll have to use it again in a few seconds? His craft is, first and foremost, a routine job for him; there is not a drop of pity in him, and pleading with him is useless. Where did this relentless worker of the afterlife come from? Rumor has it that he once tried to cheat death, but, as is known, no one can cheat it for long, so now he has to pay for his other sins by doing the work of the one he tried to deceive. The brilliance of life and all human feelings have long since faded and evaporated from him, like the colors fade on an ancient painting – now he is a killing machine. No farewell words or rituals, he simply swings his ever-sharp scythe, freeing you from the burden of existence, then he lights a cigarette, sighs, and goes back to work. One thing is comforting – if he comes for you, then nothing awaits you anymore – neither hell, nor paradise, nor reincarnation; even emptiness will be inaccessible to you; you will simply cease to exist.![]() |
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if he comes for you, then nothing awaits you anymore – neither hell, nor paradise, nor reincarnation; even emptiness will be inaccessible to you; you will simply cease to exist.
This faggot stole my philosophy!!!1

