Messenger From the Dead

Upon this read you shall grieve, a curse granting you to believe. With your religion as a master, mine is a far greater disaster. Troubled with a conflicted pain, mentally restricted to restrain. When I am gone it will be known, my death threatens what you own. This soul that I have up for trade, greatest power in death to wage. An act that is greater than god, time itself will never be flawed. As dreams will haunt with power, the dead confront why you cower. Now I sleep a ghostly damnation, thus resting victims starvation. Assured those I care cannot feel, leaving memories that never heal. I am a forgotten with desolation, alas vengeance unto destruction.