Oh! Dear God! Why have you forsaken in me in my times of need? I begged for an ecclesiastical miracle to befall my eyes, to save my faith, to save me. And yet; none followed. And now, when times have become there worst I have shunned your name, denied your existence, and I am shunned more now than ever. And yet; I am lead to believe in you. I am led to worship you. You, who it seems, are the very source for all that is wrong and evil. You, who are all knowing and all giving and all loving, have brought about a plague of hate as opposed to a spring of love. More minds have been closed to your name than any other name. More lives have been lost to your vanity than to any other kings. And more division has been brought about the greatness of mankind than any other devil. Thus; you are the leading force of man's great fall. Thus; you are devil whom we all shun. Thus; you are the source of destruction to all that is good and kind. I'd thank you, had we not killed you.