Dear God

Shaquet
Earth, Singapore
Eunos Crescent (I wanna move away from this hell (no offence, Devil. Hey look, double brackets. Cool) hole)

October 28th, 2005

God
Celestial Heaven
01 His Way

Dear God,

Re: I need your help.

Please make me rich. In doing so, I swear eternal gratitude from you and an undying love from me. And also, make no mistake, that if you need anything, anything at all, ask me and I shall do my outmost. But in return, grant me riches beyond my wildest dreams. I know this sounds self-centered but imagine this: me, having enough money to buy over the whole galaxy, will in turn help the poor. That is what you've taught us. To have good will. But that is only if I'm the mood.

And another thing, please, don't ever consider to make me rich then destroy the world. That is what we mortals call: back-stabbing. And we don't like that. Not one bit. But we do sometimes do it to each other. Now, that's fine as we're just complying to one of your rules. You know, survival of the fittest and all that.

Think that's all. Thank you for taking your time (though you have all the time in the universe) for reading this. Forgive me if I've sounded annoying or whatever. For I am only human.

Please don't kill me,
Shaquet