Hello, chaoticjester256 here...I had thought of this randomly one day, the title came to me last...how ironic? This is told from a POV, and its a mindfuck...poem pasta? Ah well, here it is...enjoy :D
I go by one name, many know me well,
and many hold me to blame...
But am I to blame, for recklessness, stupidity, and ignorance of limits, because of my name?
No, for it's quite factual
that I occur and reoccur, in a way perfectly natural.
To the world I am known well,
by news, half-way hung flags, and the ringing of a bell.
For I am peace, release,
and to the burdens of this world I am the painless ease,
sometimes painful, sometimes peaceful.
I come in many ways, I am neither good nor evil.
You will eventually find me, I will never seek you,
the name's death, pleasure to meet you...