God turned his back, left paradise to us. Like handing a five-year-old a straight razor. We slit open the world's belly. Secrets came spilling out. An intestine full of truth and shit strangled us. Soon the bugs will be all that's left. And the cockroaches will go to war with the maggots, fighting over the scraps of the moderates. Then they'll eat themselves and finally choke. Unless we bring God back down.