God departed from our lives so he could give us the freedom to grow, you say. He has turned a blind eye throughout famine, disease, war and injustice, I've observed. He's like a father whose only accomplishment was the birth of a child while he gracefully disappeared. You ask me to give him credit for my graduation, wedding speech and my impending death.
"Hah!!! You must be fuckin insane. Do not ask me to pray"