And when god sins and prays for forgiveness, the stars will not respond and he will turn to us. Weeping on a cross, begging for someone to tell him that he is more than a creator. More than a blacksmith for humanity; the tragedy is that he is not and we don’t even care. The grief of a celestial being is not only none of our concern but is also as stupid as their anger. Why should we pity a tyrant? Stop sobbing like a little bitch and wear the blood you’ve spilled as confidently as you wear your crown.