If through corruption, lies, and empathy can create you a God, answer me this, will you? A God who speaks blasphemy and affirms beauty.
That beauty, however, does not limit to spring and skies. It exceeds to blood and violence.
To pray to this God you must do so with passion. Purity. And madness.
I tell you this, a soul is capable to play God, you understand, it can be one. A mortal body, however, cannot. It cannot possess divine sovereignty.
The contradiction starts there; to be God we — I — must postulate my insanity and just try to get out of this mortal prison.
Another question. Will you pray to me and seek me to salvage humanity?
A God, dearest human, a God! Yours and no ones!
Lady Avery 