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COLLECTOR OF SOULS (by sPiKe)
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Across acidic rivers rows
The boat you are now on
A silver coin pays the toll
Your life you have given
Your death replays inside your mind
You can't escape the pain
Endlessly thirsting for life
But in death you'll remain
Your wife and children gone
All is lost now
You lay and pray and ask why?
Oh my god how!
You fail to see the truth
You do not realize
Death is relief not punishment
Its life you should fear and dispise
In closing phrase and passage now
One thing I wish to say
All souls I see
All of you I will meet
Everyone must pay me
Because I am the collector
The Collector of Souls!
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