Poem -
Soul Collector
Angel of Death
Always lurking
on the periphery
of tragedy
Ready to load up
harvested souls
for his long time boss
Cares not
if the victims protest
or whimper about their fate
They ain't gonna negotiate
their way
out of eternity
Nothing personal
Just wrong place
wrong time mortality
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