Ah, Lord God. Why are you treating me like this? Did I do anything that violated your bottom line?
The warm sunshine, the food that fills my hunger, the clear water that warms my throat, and the happiness I want to experience are all untouchable luxuries. I no longer crave for illusory things.
Now I just ask you to listen to my last wish.
My last little wish, which I have petitioned you countless times but has been ignored.
Please grant me an equal death.
In this way, I can be liberated and enter reincarnation again.
If this wish still cannot be realized, then let me fall into nothingness after death and never meet you.
If this cannot be achieved, then I will try my best to put my hands on your throat the moment I meet you, and use my resentment, my despair, my anger and everything to cut your throat.
World name: re: creators