if i were god it'd be a tough choice

between letting everyone live in bliss eternally

or

slowly torturing them to death

(with

flesh eating centipedes, needles shoved under their eyelids, and boiling oil spilling all over their skin)

millions and millions of times over

making it seem like some sort of game

where you could somehow do the right thing and avoid having it

happen again

the exact same way

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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