[ WP ] An important press conference , with rows of cameras pointed at you . Dozens of journalists wait with bated breath , until finally you mutter , `` no comment '' into your microphone . The room explodes with excitement . One of them yells , `` this is going to be front page news across the planet ! ''

Standing with bated breath, I felt my voice shake before I even spoke. 
 
 I opened my mouth to address the crowd and end all these years of suffering. Suffering I had caused. They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and as a seasoned travel of both, I should have seen this a mile away. 
 
 This day is no surprise to me. The ceremony, the frenzy, I knew it was coming. I had been here before. I've seen these faces countless times, in countless shapes, forms and colors changed but who they were, who they really are, it never really changed. I want to laugh, cry out with delight at this cosmic joke. How can the only person that is truly different, see how similar they are? But yet, They continue to fight. They continue to kill, disfigure, and destroy each one of themselves through proxy. 
 
 In my name. In my teachings. The stranger, the savior, and they craft their holy wars in my image? 
 
 I look at the question hang heavy on the teleprompter, like the original sin on my cross. 
 
 *Reporter: Is there a heaven? * It read. 
 
 `` **No Comment'' ** I condemned
