Agent of Fate

How long have I walked this path.
How long have been agent of fate
Counting souls and doing Gods math
Forced to take life but feel no hate

Why are my hands this way, bare bone
My face buried in a black burial shroud
Cutting their thread, raising burial stone
What is it that pushes without being loud

To be me you must walk where I've walked
And cut your feet on a thousand broken souls
To be me you have to stalk the beasts I stalked
Foulness that makes the death bell tolls

My own soul a thousand cuts death
Scars piled up until I cannot feel
I remember what I should feel beneath
Crushed under Fates heel