"And so they came, in heaps and lines across the lake of fire, crawling on their bellies.
Not for their actions, but for their judgements of other men.
I searched their eyes for any trace of humility, any virtue bestowed upon them by their forsaken lord. And I found only hate. Only wrath. And so, I, providence, cast them up the fifth circle.
They cry out as believers in a god that cares not for their habits in life, but what was in their heart.
And while kind hearted aethiests fill the kingdom of heaven,
I am left here to tend to the forsaken sorrowful, in their burning agony."

- The Fruits of Saturn, Stanza 15:12