Again, what grim vision this?. Bloodstained tomb, beer-cans, and piss.... This is no life.... For a god. Is this my fate?. Trapped for all time?. Is it too late?.
As master of this mudball, I feed the fire high. With corpses of my victims, the beacon leaps alight!. A vision of the cosmos of a planet wracked in pain.
Don't give them a sword and then not let them use it. Or sent them to war, and then make them lose it. This is a bomb, don't want to defuse it. Death is the answer, go forth and choose it.