'Prayer – the last hope of a desperate man.'
And that's what you are these days – a desperate man.
You've never been religious – how could you with all those pesky angles on your tail? But you hoped, you prayed, that maybe God wasn't omnipotent.
Perhaps He simply doesn't know what the angels are doing. Perhaps He doesn't know that they're planning to destroy His beautiful creation.
Of course He doesn't know, you told yourself. If He knew, he would've done something about it. How could He just stand by and watch His people burn? He couldn't. Surely He couldn't.
Could He?