After all the alternating between neglect and abuse, I'll beg the being above whose ways are cruel to give me one sympathy - turn me into a beast, an organic machine with no heart or soul so I can trudge upon this earth on throbbing metal soles leaving flowers of ash in my footsteps. Let the ivy wind up into my steel joints and break away from nature as I continue on, to live with my unspirit. Oh God, I ask you to bless me with an inhuman life. All the children will look up and wonder with innocent eyes and ask themselves why God gave way to such a creation - hearing this, I will turn and with words like spider's silk say, "I prayed and my heart was in my prayers - and God: It was generous." In bewilderment they'd spend the rest of their lives praying to be whatever was in their head, during work and play. Years would go by and in the end my footsteps would cover the world in gray roses, including those children who eventually stood still to pray, whose bodies became limbs of the giant monster known as Earth. The ozone, now depleted, allows for radiation to completely char the world. No matter; the rest of the Earth now matches the sprouts of the blackest hope I'd spread and I too become part of a rather crispy planet... the guardian of a great cemetary.
