You can have the sound of a thousand voices calling your name. You can have the light of the world blind you, bathe you in grace. But I don’t see so easily what you hold in your hands because castles crumble, kingdoms fall, and turn into sand.
You can lead a pack of hunters to their providence. A kingdom of humanity who follow your lead.
You can build an empire off your family’s name. A castle built from a simple family shop.
You can have all that, all of it, and the one truth that I’ve realized from Deathrow to here is that…
No one gets out alive, every day is do or die, the one thing you leave behind is how did you love, how did you love?
Do these people even know how to care though, or do they solely care about the next hunt or the final sale?
So how about it Luther, are you the bargain hunter, too?
What about Albert, I think you’re just obsessing about hunting the sound of that register ringing up that sale.
I really understand life is about love and compassion. I get it’s pretty rich coming from a recovering killer, like me.
But where is your love Grim? You and your people actively took a caring family and dashed that relationship upon the rocks of fate. Your kingdom of predators is the absence of love it instead
While you lil’ Lamplight have built a citadel out of your father’s grave. The last time that shop had any warmth in it, your dad’s corpse was still smoldering.
Neither of you knows what love even feels like.
Because nothing ever feels quite the same when you are what you dreamed, and you will never look at anything the same when you see what I’ve seen.
Walking off Deathrow, I was a new man with OSW I could be something I could’ve never been before… part of her life.
I thought I had to give up who I was to be part of her world but now she’s gone, I realize now far too late I could’ve been myself and lived my truth.
But this was my cross to bear but now, it’s my cross to bury as become the judge and jury of Arcadia.
I am Nobody, I could be your angel of mercy, or the thing you most hate, but crossing me will be your last careless mistake. As in a world full of lies, my truth will rise to tear you apart.
My truth will be the thing that makes your castles crumble, your kingdom fall, and leave you both with nothing but sand.
This week, Death’s Lament, Nobody gets out alive, because on that day it’s do or die. As I make sure the one thing you leave behind is how you loved. And while you’re on your knees, the only question I’ll ask is, “How did you love, how did you love, how did you love?”
And Nobody will remember every word you say before the end.