For centuries the same f****** actions, same f****** words, same f****** jokes and pathetic attempts for more money, s**, drugs.. Every mortal always begging for a release from their bonds of control. Controlled by death, disease, disorder.. It’s all a f****** depressing film on repeat and here and there they change up the story, adding more worthless THINGS. It’s all about the worthless THINGS the mortals keep striving to feel a sense of control that still gives no comfort as much as they try. Death a sweet blessing. An ending to the murder, famine, starving, wars.. It’s all f****** sad. And these people.. They see nothing beyond their own f****** consciousness believing they are the center of the world, yet there are thousands to the billions of the same mindset that have no idea of the true blessings. The blessings granted by the old Gods. The mortals love to make up new ones to satisfy their craving for relief. They think if they make up some immortal all powerful being they can relate to, they can confess to, they can feel as if they have some sort of control no matter how small amount, it makes them feel better about walking the same f****** footsteps of the mortals that have walked it for centuries before their own selves. It’s f****** pathetic.