what i want is for you to return my mother and my dogs and everything i've lost i don't feel like you've been honest i haven't found a friend in god for the first time now there's no black and white but a multitude of grey i can't escape its not cold or warm or anything an empty cell, my life, my bane. if god is real, he's not my father, or my savior or my friend a sick magician with an eye for detail just a cowardly sadist in the end