Please allow me to introduce myself

I'm a man of wealth and taste.

I've been around for a long, long years, stole million man's soul and faith.

_{Gustave Doré, Illustration for John Milton’s "Paradise Lost"}

And I was around when Jesus Christ had his moment of doubt and pain.

_{James Tissot, What Our Lord Saw from the Cross}

Made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed his fate.

_{James Tissot, Pilate Washes His Hands}

I stuck around St. Petersburg, when I saw it was a time for a change.

_{Ivan Vladimiriv, Bloody Sunday. Shooting workers near the Winter Palace.}

Killed Tsar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain.

_{The basement of the Ipatiev house where the Romanov family was killed}

I rode a tank, held a general's rank, when the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank.

_{Poland, on the Brda river.- Panzer soldiers on German Panzer Is and Panzer IIs, along with a medium Schützenpanzer half-track with General Heinz Guderian}

I watched with glee while your kings and queens fought for ten decades for the gods they made.

_{Augusto Ferrer-Dalmau, Rocroi, el último tercio}

I shouted out:

Who killed the Kennedys?!

... when after all it was you and me

_{Picture of President Kennedy in the limousine in Dallas, Texas, on Main Street, minutes before the assassination.}

And I laid traps for troubadours who get killed before they reached Bombay.

_{Terrorist incidents map of India, 1970-2016}

So if you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy, and some taste.

Use all your well-learned politnesse or I'll lay your soul to waste.

Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name.