We have killed him my brothers..you an I
At first you are forced to believe,because your parents do so
When you are a little older you wonder why you never see him or why things happen as they are
As you grow older,you seriously doubt whether he really exists,but there's no choice-examinations are coming..can't take the risk of not believing and rot in hell
You kneel down and beg him for an easy question paper so that you can put your miserable student life behind you and get a job
You get a job and wonder if it really matters whether you believe him or not
You furiously deny his existence in front of your friends and parents.You know FOR SURE that HE IS DEAD!!!
Then a terrible calamity strikes you,what to do?call for his help?can't do that..maybe not in front of my friends..maybe still maybe there's a chance he exists
Everything is fine now..fuck him and the rest of the world..where's my beer?
Really old now..you are dying..nobody..nearby...are you still there?
Then you die....and everything's the same as before....