[ WP ] Suicidal Thoughts in Heaven

Nothing on Earth escapes my attention -- not even, as the old song suggests, the sparrow. I could n't ignore their suffering if I tried. Especially not when it's in connection to my name. 
 
 So, so much of my name is down there. 
 
 I've held to my word; all those who would forsake the world and follow my laws make it to Heaven. I'm surrounded by smiling souls that look back on martyrdom with a fond nostalgia, and it horrifies me in a way that not even I could have predicted. 
 
 Thousands and thousands of years ago, I told myself I had the stomach for this, that I'd had it from before everlasting and always would. But now that I've seen my path unfold before billions of dying, weeping, bruising children, not even my eye can see a point here. 
 
 Maybe I'll get it right the next time I make a universe. Maybe even I wo n't be able to recover from what I'm planning. Whatever. I do n't care any more. 
 
 I ca n't tell those within my holy family -- not my son, not my spirit, not even Mary. Only one may know: Adriana, soon to be a prophet. 
 
 You see, the only one who can truly write the words of God -- even an epistle like this one -- is a prophet.
