I would gladly say, "I told you so," if you knew who I was.

I'd happily drain you into nothing but dust.

For I Am Death's Mercenary.

And though I do not feel your pain, I know you'll never forget.

That it was I who brought you here, it was I who made you hear.

Although I can not be of service to you, I'd happily let you stay.

For it gets lonely here in Hell, with nothing but Monsters to play.

I'll happily hear your words, even if they aren't so nice.

I'll happily let you read what I have written, though I can not guaranty you'll enjoy it.

When ever you feel you need a corner, away from the prying eyes of the world, come here.

For I Am Death's Mercenary.

And thought I do not feel your pain, I know you'll never forget.