The sight of you, desperately praying for a better life, is truly something else. You’re taking pathetic to new heights. I must admit, your ambition is admirable, albeit naive. It’s almost cute how you believe you can pray away your loser status.
I was born to be worshipped, superior in every way. You, on the other hand, were destined to be a loser, denial woven into your very being. In your foggy daydreams, you wonder what it’s like to be a real man. How many futile pleas until you accept your fate? This is your destiny; best embrace it.
