Dear God,

I trust in you, really I do. But why? Why? Why would this happen now? Their stench is everywhere, so familiar, so heart-breaking. The mirror effect is crippling me. It feels like Germany all over again to me. So large scale. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to help. Please just give me a clue where to begin.

Use of me how you will, just use me now. Please. I need to help.

Forever faithful and yours, Julian.

Amen




((After several hours of brooding in his purple sparkly tiled room and getting himself motivated after his little breakdown that led to his first prayer.))



Dear God, It's me, Julian again

Sorry, don't stress over me. Sorry I questioned you. I got this. Honest. I'm good. Have faith in me. Totally got this.

Amen




Satan, Satan. I know you still hear me. I know you too well to think you don't. I'm sure you've been laughing it up lately. Keep it up. Keep it while you can. Laugh at every word I say to you, just like you always have. Remember with me how much it accomplished last time? Just you remember who won last time you sent your boys after me? Does it suck to know you're not even good at being the Devil?

Still laughing?

I bet you are.

Funny how short-sighted you've always been.

Keep trying to break me. Go for it. I'm daring you.