It is this hand that many has called the hand of God. It bringeth down Gods fury on all those who shall dare to question his will but at the same time it lets Lucifer be heard because he is the only angel that posseses free will. It is beautiful and it is ugly. For death defines life and life , death. For arrogance defines the lack of it and underestimation defines the right amount. Laughter defines , sadness and sadness is contained within depression. Which depression shall be present on the faces of all that is punched by this hand. It shows no mercy to those who have none and showers it upon those who have it in abundance. For every man makes his own choices, and lives by it. The hand exists in servitude to cleaning the surface of this impure earth from all that is unholy. The hand of God has intentions clearer than holy water and the hand of God does not ever shake. It creates as much as it destroys and it seeks out the devil wherever the devil may choose his abode. It does not say "leave it" in between a gruesome task of peeling away the layers of filth such as that of cleaning the skin of a man who has not been graced with the gift of a bath ever. The hand is always steady, it is always ready for the ungrateful as well that may bite it as it feeds them. It is a part and parcel of its duties for it knows loyalty cannot be guaranteed as that is the beauty of loyalty in itself. Hell hath no fury as a hand such as this, nor does heaven have one so holy. It walks upon this earth neither doomed nor destined to anyplace. It lives where it lives, it does what it does, it sees what it sees and it goes where no man dares.
