Doctor of Delirium

Listen, I am not here to seek God's blessing, but to save the God. The moon has infected reason with disease. The closer you get, the more the madness festers. In this self-proclaimed "arcadia," people laugh just for the sake of laughing, having forgotten what's actually funny. Laughter had turned from a result to a motive.
Do not worry, and there is no need for umbrellas. The potion has been infused into the rain to wash away your rotted hearts. I prefer to call it the "Prescription of Absolute Felicity." You will relearn what it means to feel joy, just like children do, and learn to distinguish it from madness. You will return to your kind, original nature and reclaim your long-lost innocence.
In the end, even the God will be healed. No more mocking and contempt, and no more malicious games.