Maybe only out of ignorance would a human detest a perfect being and his perfect plan.
Let us depart from my reproach and your ambiguous hints. Let us discuss and decide, and I hope to replace my ignorance with unshaken confidence. Take my weakness as a bargaining advantage, as I’m desperately looking to negotiate.
I will never understand you, until I understand natural disasters and unearned punishments. Because unless you assure me that my misery would not be just another natural disaster, I have no faith in your goodness and no respect for your twisted plan.
If I died either out of misery, or as a result of a natural disaster, both scenarios would fit perfectly with your perfect plan.
I reach the same conclusion in your presence and your absence. But in my weaker moments, I look to the sky and I pray.
Please, let your mercy come as a natural disaster this instant. Bury me in your flood. Cleanse the world of me. Cleanse my memory of the knowledge that I once was.