I am the hope only of empty men, their voices as timid, meaningless as rat's feet over broken glass.

Sinners repent, or be left here on this mortal realm after the VelociRapture.

Though a kind and carnivorous God, the extent of my grace only reaches so far. Though you may cry out to me, I may not hear. Though you may wallow in sorrow, know that you are never alone. Extend your hand and it may meet my talon.