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Stripping the minds of

Trophy hunters with no care

Possessing them with

Thoughts of greed

Turning on each other for

Priceless artifacts

Lustful thoughts of murder

Driven into frenzied mania

Artifact of Agony

Agony

Avarice turns to pain

My collection used as bait

Luring the next group

Unsuspecting of what’s next

My entrapment has set off

Severing the bandit’s head

Shrapnel flies through the air

Violently it’s embedded

Looting what’s left of the corpses

Making up for my own losses

Taking back my prized possessions

Continuing my deception