The World of Myth Magazine

I walk the dark streets
An obedient acolyte
Doctors said I was crazy
A danger to society
To myself
To you
So I was hunted
Confined tortured
And it was they who awakened
The Collector within me

They introduced me
To my new companion
Death found me there
He now guides me
I am his reaper
Collecting souls
I travel these diseased streets
Cleansing the city
By releasing souls
To the demons below

Am I not a hero
Do I not give
The Devil his due
He taught me
How to collect souls
Your soul…
With your silent screams
Death comes
In this moment
I release you.

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