My breath drew slowly, the burdened spirit sighed. We gazed upon death, and swore allegiance to those who had died. Their faces sad and brave, I envisioned them in the angry sky... the lightning flashed and filled their eyes... a wasted world unfolding, like a corpse rising from its grave... where fate exists in bleak immensity, and even those born early, are yet a lifetime too late...

Destitute, I stared deeply into the empty eyes of my destiny... into its obsidian grin, of chaos, where rested the cradle of life, nestled securely in the deep folds of non-existence. Baptized by an inescapable fate, a covenant of sorrow where hope is fleeting, and gone are the treasures of tomorrow... the sparkling halls of youth, once a glittering gold, now faded and vacant of possibilities, filled with the painful memories of untimely age. There was found a bitter truth, staring upward like an innocent child being caught in a murderous act. Innocence spellbound with untimely rage... there were grandiose lies, like the ones a mother tells her child in the midst of a fierce storm, her unfounded assurances of safety, her deceiving soft lips in the shadows uttering her love eternal...

And as I gazed out the cloudy window panes my eyes fell to the muddy world below, I began to wonder if there could be a god overlooking this burdened world... I beheld a vision of suffering and solitude, of war and death, great hate and pain, in a place entirely stricken with its awful existence, its carefully calculated fate. They hurried through the inky blackness of a never-ending night, hoping, praying, to awake from this horrible dream... And as the rain pounded upon the roof above, at once the answer came to me in a horrible, desperate flood...

A god, yes, yes indeed there was.