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.