The gala ball shall have its gates wide open just for you, its music shall wrap around you like a snake. The music notes will suffocate you until you turn down right blue. You won't notice that the music really are just lies and sins. They will whisper and crawl into your ears like insects, you will feel them burrow into your brain with each step you take.
As you enter the ball room, sins of the damned will cover your eyes like a blindfold. Though swatting them away, or ripping them off of your face will do nothing but give you pain in return. They are the only thing from keeping your sanity from draining like a leaking tap. You will then be covered in sin for head to toe, it shall hurt, like a knife cutting skin. You will cry, scream, even soil yourself. As you are tied with pain like a rope, Greed will take your hand. He will make you swirl along the cracked floor, making sure you get every bruise and wound possible on your limbs.
You two will dance until your very last breath, until your heart gives its last beat. Only then, will the ball stop its music. Only then will Greed finally let go of your now cold hand, allowing your dead body to rot within the ball room.
Perhaps it will be years, centuries, decades, maybe even minutes, or seconds; but the music shall start again. Its music will bring the ball room back to life again, attracting fools like you.
This is the way of the gala ball.
©mr.smiley
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