"This is Atraski, god of our beautifull world which i built pebble by pebble. I will give my final speech, as i am... giving up. Your paradise is imperfect, it is a tumor that needs me to crush it's ever growing tendrils without rest. The blessing i have befalled upon this planet will rot without me, and so will you, and i hope you can forgive me for this, but i simply cannot bear the dependency of my life's work on my own hands. The second i feared my choice would destroy this world, it was already doomed. I apologise, children, for your god is already dead. Good luck."

⊗ - Reading this makes me phisically sick sometimes. i don't know what else to say here, honestly.