“Who talked you into the pursuit of this nonsense,leaving me high and dry,forgetting you ever knew me?Because I don’t yell and make a scenedo you think I don’t exist?I’ll go over, detail by detail, all your ‘righteous’ attempts at religion,and expose the absurdity of it all.Go ahead, cry for help to your collection of no-gods:A good wind will blow them away.They’re smoke, nothing but smoke.“But anyone who runs to me for helpwill inherit the land,will end up owning my holy mountain!”