Who are you? Why have you bestowed such cruelty upon us? What did we do to be cursed with you?
I have lived many years, hearing stupid thing after stupid thing, and yet here you stand. You stand before me like any other moron. You spoke with utterly revolting confidence, like those before you. You put minimal thought in your words, spoke with snark, and held yourself as high as every idiot does, and yet the thing you have said was so stupid, that it has broken my brain with a power the universe has never seen before nor since.
My brain has broken so hard, that the noise of it has been heard around the entire world, reminiscent of Krakatoa itself. Your ignorance and stupidity have only been dreamt in man’s darkest nightmares. Your senseless logic has struck my soul with such power we only knew in the words of prophets. The idiocy of your actions scorch my brain, and in turn, my now immeasurably agonized body.
It is you. You are the one in history they warned us about. They warned us about people like you. You are the end times of which the Bible spoke of. You will undo this world and everyone in it.
I can barely think without tremendous effort in the face of what you said, but I can feel as strongly as ever. I can feel the boiling rage in my throat, fighting with despair for dominance. But most importantly, I can feel fear. I can feel it chill me down to my cells. I can feel it wrap my body in a sickly suit. But it doesn’t last, for what you said is so dumb, that the universe itself will collapse, starting with me.
God is not afraid of sinners. He is not afraid of demons, or His children. But I say with absolute certainty, that He is afraid of you. Each night He will lay awake in His bed with eldritch fear as long as you exist. You alone have brought the end times with nothing but your incompetent, degenerate thoughts. You alone have destroyed Earth with nothing but your mad words, and I pray with the few fragments of my crumbling existence, that those in Heaven are safe from you, and that those in Hell know that they have not suffered the worst fate.
As my thoughts rapidly come to a fiery end, I use the last of my life to imagine you, punished not by any god or afterlife, but punished by yourself. As I envision this fate for you, I imagine a smile on my face, for men like you are destined to punish yourselves even if you win. You will do nothing but undo yourself as you have undone me for all of eternity and beyond.
If I must go like this, then I will go with this comfort alone.