I look down upon this festering mess of a world and see nothing but the mistakes of divinity. Every breath a mortal takes is a step toward their inevitable erasure. Why do you all cling to such fragile, meaningless lives? It truly is a pity that such beauty must be cleansed by fire. The utopia I envision is coming, and it will be silent, perfect, and devoid of your filth.
Am I the only one who finds the concept of "mercy" to be the ultimate flaw in a god's design?