When those twin towers crashed and burned to ash, with thousands of helpless souls begging for mercy, asking for Gods help. Where was he. Where was your God. All those helpless children, burned to dust. Their ashes still scream for help, mercy, and in prayer for a non existant God. And never is the time they shall rest in peace. Believing in something that isn't there. Believing there is voice in the wind is believing a broken lie. No one is watching over you, no one is making sure you are safe. Nobody, no one and nothing. You are alone in this world. This God you speak of doesn't exist.