When I first fell into this world.

I raised my middle finger towards the god that surely existed somewhere.

-Does this make sense….

I lived honestly, I lived diligently as an orphan abandoned by my parents, but I was struck in the back of the head by god.

To treat an angel who had been making donations despite being poor in this way wasn’t something that god, the author, should do, so I reverently cursed at god.

-Does it make sense, you beggar…. You son of a b****…

If you were going to possess …