The Collector
The Collector
The Collector displays his most prized possessions
Life's precious things entombed in glass cases
Obtained without morality, taken without questions
The mark of The Beast, a man of all faces
Poor little Devil living without his very own Soul
On clipped wings he fell from God's graces
Everything he's ever had the Collector has stole
As another Soul vanishes without traces...
bmdavey@01/23/17
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