I am Brother Murder.
My memories are the visions of the Dead:
The bomb mushrooming on the horizon;
The whistling bullet that sears the flesh;
The dark flower that blooms in reverse.
The blade plunged through my Brotherís chest
Pierced mine as well,
Shattering my soul like a mirror,
Cursing me to unrequited doom.
I have seen the world quake;
Atlantis sink and drown;
Sodom ignited under a pillar of flame
Until all that remained was Hell on Earth.
I have heard the Messiah doubt the Father,
And have felt the gelid kiss
Of the Devil himself.
I wield the Hollow Secret;
The Eerie Scheme.
You know me, yet deny me,
Until your lover slays your heart
And you can no longer abide her;
Or your King ends you far away from home,
Killing enemies you wish to understand;
Or your pulse, wallowing in sorrow,
Beckons the razor.
The Impaler was I.
The Ripper was I.
Grendel was my son;
The Dragon his mother.
Mansonómy movie star.
I am my Brotherís Keeper.
As are you.