God

There I was... In the ruins of my house, two hours after the bombing, by my side, the burned corpses of my mother and father, a harrowing sight. I wondered why God allowed this atrocity. I called for him...

'''...He didn't come. '''

I shouted for him...

'''...He didn't come. '''

I begged for him...

'''...He didn't come. '''

That's when I understood... We deserved it, humanity was always a monster, God showed me the truth: We were paying for our atrocities. So, I sat down and stopped crying. It all made sense.