If there is a god, then hopefully someone you know and care about will become a victim of a brutal rape. Then, you will look deep into their eyes, eyes full of sorrow and pain, and watch helplessly as they commit suicide as a way to free themselves of the burden of the shame you bring upon this world, because to them, being around you is worse than being violated in the most inhumane way possible and living with. They will escape into a world free from you, and for that, they will be lucky.

One of these days godwilling, someone will put a bullet into your brain, and the collective conscious will laugh, and heave a sigh of relief.

Mankind is better off with you dead and decaying on the side of an abandoned road. Your body will remain preserved for future generations to see and mock in amazement and wonderment, because even the flies and maggots that feast on rotting flesh of even the most foul creatures that roam the land, think of you as a cancer on this earth, and will leave you be.