The Soul Catcher
Scattered by the winds poor ghoulish souls. Wandering lost,
cursed by sins Aimlessly mumble more scared than shy. The earth is damnation, the
hunger wails in cries. Nowhere to be, no one to know, everything you see
fills an envious heart. Wanting to live new, haunting by chance.
You exist as a second glance. Not really there but in the neck of rising hairs. I walk the
earth's realm and dwell amongst the damn. Spirit or ghost, ancient or new
My job is to eliminate you. You should have gone when your life had ended.
To heaven or hell is the Book had written. But you did not ascend into paradise
or you cleverly escape the judgment of your hell.
You did not descend by a powerfully strong will. No matter now, I will reap your souls, into my bag
to dump and furrow into the death of nonexistence. It is a game you
made of it. I am the soul catcher with no regrets.
Numb is a heart that does not exist. My only pleasure is with each lost soul I catch. Nowhere to run
nowhere to hide you exist with no reason to survive. You know my name
you fear my call. Yet you welcome your end accepting your fall. Some
jump in my bag, others I lasso in or with my staff shatter their spirits
to smoke dissolved in the wind. Gathering the lost each day and night
We must obey as we commend our fate descend or ascend or be caught and come to an end. If by fate you escape, you may roam this earth
for a
thousand years, yet the day will come when I find you. Know my name
it is your own, death shall be your final home. Nothing is fair, no one to plead
I am the Soul Catcher, my hunger lost souls feed.
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