Pity there is no one to exact revenge on... least of all the Christian God, who I really would have wanted to exist with every fiber of my being, not so much because I give a fuck about his bullshit salvation and lying promises—but because the thought of sawing his organs and flesh with a serrated, rusted and AIDS-infected needle—while alive—brings me exceeding joy, giddiness and happiness beyond imagination.
Why doesn't God exist, so I could fillet his brain and set fire to his non-existent soul?
