god

Dear God,

Of course, I’m sure you’ve never been addressed like this before. God. But I figure if I write to you this way, I will be able to convey what I mean more efficiently. I believe that what I tell you is something of a prayer. A prayer to the only person I believe in. To the only person I’ll ever believe in. The others have been trudging through my direction, my path, and because of that, believe in me. They are your followers Mr. Ramon, not mine.

I have done a brutal thing, but I don’t care. They can tell me whatever they want to convince me of a reason why I lead them, but the real reason is quite obvious. So, in turn, I have persuaded them that I believe only in Alexander and no other. I am going to tell you the truth, and you are the only person to whom I tell the truth. I hate them for their stupidity. Alexander Mitchell is dead. Timothy said it himself. So, why is it that they still rely on him for their fucked up ideals about the path to righteousness and all the things of that sort? I think it’s because they are exactly like Alexander: robots of arrogance. Robotic and lacking tact.

Is this a sin? My twisted game may transform into something expensive to them of course, but their blindness is inconsolable. Their blindness creates a wall separating fantasy and reality that they feel they do not have to cross. They oppose false gods that they don’t even understand.

As for you, God, you are a mystery to me. I am beginning to wonder if there are others that play my games to my greatest disfavor. Perhaps you do Charles? My point is, I still don’t even know who you are. I am apathetic to my brother’s death and the things I have done to others, his friends, and I do these things in exchange for your love and affection. I need to see you. I need to feel you. At first, I was spellbound by the “stranger in the night” façade, and it made fucking you outstanding, but now Mr. Ramon, I must know you, inside and out.

Consider my offer. Bring her to me. You are my God.

Love Always,

Karen

P.S. I must borrow your credit card, please send it with your next letter.