The Corpse Collector
An incandescent essence coupled with hate and a sinister presence
an evil spirits born fleshless, feeding upon thoughts of peasants
They would learn its aggressive lessons,if by no means then force
His soul torched, he never questioned his motives or their source
A complete lack of remorse, his life's path had veered off course
Reality contorts and displays its twisted, sadistic point of view
and now he knows he shall set out to do, what he was appointed to
Maybe go join the few of whom didnt have to flip a coin to choose
A path to gold through black and blue he didnt hear the other news
Problems grew in multitudes, after his father died his mother knew
there's nothing else she could do, So I paint this picture for you...
In a hardcore essence this man could tear through your rectum,
Not dare to care about your family, n split your dome into sections.
Teach you some painful lessons, you cant learn behind a desk man,
It would be a test of pain fam, cut open your chest for a lung scan.
Detach your limbs to show your torsos in it’s most basic art form,
Its simple his heart’s cold, like the most brutal artic ice storm.
His favorite trick you ask? Several Knife‘s, a tight rope n a ski mask,
Your in a position of fear, n trust me you’ll pee fast that was his task.
Stabs the knife into threads of the rope, places life into the threads of no hope,
Injects you with dope, so the fear spreads fast like an avalanche down a slope.
He ties the rope to the top of your scalp - this isn’t your traditional beheading,
It paves the way for additional ways to ask death if it can slowly start spreading.
The knifes begin to pierce through your ears, to pursue your fears with spears,
The pain’s fierce 30 seconds n your wonder if you’ve been hanging for years.
Dangling your feet fast, then he asks “want to know something about math?”
with a laugh, he says “like how long till your deaf in your own blood bath?”
Then he exit’s the room at last, your doomed from ever touching down to earth,
Makes you realize how worthless life is an you wonder how amazing is birth?
As you bled, you‘d ask for a hollow tip n led- to end your own life instead,
Because the pain of the knives begin to spread, turning you into…….
The Definition of a Red Head.
First verse:Tactixx
Second verse:Ted Nulb
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