I have not one name, but thousands.
I am the screams beneath the moans,
I am your family’s broken bones,
I am the fallen stones of time,
You the broken toys of mine.
I am Lord of All and Nothing,
Hated and Loved.
But I am not Death.
Death looks to me with sadness in his eyes and says,
Why must you do these things?
I do not answer to him,
Only in my head,
But my answer is always the same.
There shall be no mercy under my thumb,
No repentance, no respite.
No death shall be slow.
I do what Death cannot.
I am the screams beneath the moans,
I am your family’s broken bones,
I am the fallen stones of time,
You the broken toys of mine.
I am Agony.
