Imagine you were born in a poor family, in a poor city, in a poor country, and by the time you were 28 years old, you have so much money you can’t even count it. What do you do? You make your dreams come true.
The poor disgust us because they are us, shorn of our illusions. They show us what we’d look like without our fine clothes. How’d we smell without perfume.
Humanity is at a crossroads. The world as it is today… The poverty, the hunger, the greed and war… It’s no longer sustainable. The time has come to wipe the slate clean. Friends, it’s time for the apocalypse.
Who are we? We have no names, no family. Every one of us is poor and powerless. And yet together, we can overthrow an empire.
What kind of God creates a world where monsters thrive, beauty and purity is rewarded with poverty and death?
Starving people can’t eat money. Plus, if we give money to poor people, then they won’t be poor anymore, and we won’t have anyone to feel sorry for.