The Collector 3

I am the collector here to settle the score

All you once knew never will be anymore

Your sanctimonious self eased my curiousity

The blackened chambers below now all you will see

Grip at what’s left but its futility’s fulfilled

Seeping out your last breath your cup has just been spilled

Once just a beast, quickly adjunct to burden

The heat from your core can no longer be hidden

No point in your screaming, no point to your prayer

No point in your crying, there is no one there

Spread you wide open let the trail run free

I expose your disease your impurity

The souls you once took no longer scream in fear

Your contamination burned out now the smoke burns clear

Hid your face in the crowds but now I take that away

I am the collector I am here to deliver your doomsday

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