Dear God.

They told me to believe in you. Fine, I believe you are one fucking twisted sonofabitch. You happy now? You and all your crazy followers happy now?

Give up. Tell your crazy followers to give up too. Give them that fucking sign they've been waiting for since – since that stupid moron created you, thought of you, and made you the fantasy that the world lurks in. Just tell them to give up, give up on you, and give up on me.

I'm going to try and change the world. I'm not going to try – I'm going to chance the world. And I'm not going to do it by praying, God. Praying and worshiping and believingdon't get you anywhere. Don't get you anywhere.

You don't get me anywhere. You just make me walk backwards.