Little Brother
For years and years
I have fueled your hate.
I have caused your suffering.
You've grown stronger
For the sole purpose of killing me.
But
The game is ending.
My toy
My plaything
I've grown bored.
You disappoint me.
Weak.
Selfish.
I have a new toy.
One that has power you will never posses.
One who is strong.
Don't be sad
Little Brother.
I will play one last game.
A game with blood.
A game with pain.
A game with death.
And when the game is at an end
You will join my old toys
Who are also weak
Selfish.
Disappointing.
Wait with my toys
Broken.
Old.
Who sit on the shelf and wait
For you to come.
Watching.
Waiting.
And if you wait
My new toy
My powerful toy
Will follow you onto the shelf.
Hell.
No heaven for those who are weak.
Little Brother.
You shall die
My dearest little brother.
