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September 1, 2013
A vessel of hate - that's what I am. I cursed this world for everything it had done to me, and sevenfold more when it showed me I could do nothing against it. Powerless, I resolved to desolate it from without: God. I would find and drench him in cold hatred.

Decades of searching led me to the Forbidden Corridor. God, an old lady, sat motionless as I entered the hall. I accused her of crimes against her creations; she responded with a flick of her eyelashes. It dawned on me: it was never her; merely misguided men parading her name.