Servitude of Souls - Spawn of Possession

Souls are to some

The key to living

But this can be severely hidden

A cellar so sordid

Home to a doctor born morbid

His quest in life

Was to cut out souls with his knife

Snatched his victims

After night fall, random target

All humans have a soul

Then one night, out and stalking he saw a glow

Around a lonely walker whom he tracked, jumped and overthrew

This had to be a special one

He tied her up and brought her home

Dragged downstairs, head bumped the steps

All bruised and swelled

On the gurney strapped and gagged her screaming yap

Steady breath

Behind the surgical mask no thought

Of giving anesthesia

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The knife went deep, the shining grew

Her spastic body of pain showed proof

Secret sermon uttered for the souls to stay intact before caught

She bit off her own tongue

A jar of glass placed carefully next to the…

…Open wound she watched her soul slip into it

Closed the lid and smiles as he let her die, cold an empty

Now came the time to merge with glowing treasure of his

His dirty glasses reflected his hands as they slowly opened a drawer

Pulled out a vast collection of jars

They all contained his victims sparks

The thievish doctor had formed a plan

Through surgery insert them all into his body

Slashed a laceration and poured them in

The dead was lying rotting and wouldn’t miss a thing

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