No Name

Everyday I have a new name.
From Allah, to Osiris,
To Zeus and to nature.
I live with no name
But yet everyone knows me.
They preach about me,
Yet they don't know my story.

Some say I built the universe,
Others say I cause chaos.
I am the emotions that no one feels,
I am the presence that lingers about.
Everyone relies on me to do good.
When something goes wrong,
I am the first to be blamed.

When can I find solitude?
Why can't I blame others?
What will happen if I wasn't here?
How would things change?
Who is the "Almighty"?
Where is the pain going to go?
I guess I'll never know.

I live with no name,
But everyone knows of me.
They say I'm the sun that shines,
Others say I'm foundation of destruction.
Still, I stand with out a word
not one gentle nor profound word.
When will it end?