Don't mess with me, I'm going crazy and even scared of weird things!
God, consider me a "sacrifice" to Him.
Weirdly, they regard me as their "food" to satisfy their hunger.
When I smiled and made the gods' heads into wine glasses; when I knitted the strange rules into robes; when I turned the entire lunatic asylum, which represents order, into my own hunting ground...
The whole world was quiet.
Because they are all crying and begging me not to go crazy again.
