Servitude of Souls

Souls are to some, the key to living
 But these 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's fall, random targets
 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
 Servitude of souls, master robbing anima
 Servitude of souls, master robbing anima
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 The knife went deep, the shining grew
 Her spastic body of pain showed proof
 Secret sermon uttered for the soul to stay intact before caught
 She bit off her own tongue
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 A jar of glass
 placed carefully next to the
 Open wound
 she watched her soul slip into it
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 Closed the lid
 and smiled as he let her die cold and 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
 Servitude of souls, master robbing anima
 Servitude of souls, master robbing anima