There is nothing that makes me escape my death or even postpone it. I do not have anything that forces my children to pray for me in my grave? In my dream, I lived a lost life at the bottom of the Earth, afraid of Satan, and not doing anything other than that, and when the opportunity came to me to live life again, I lost it again without knowing it. I dominated the world, placing the Earth in my hands, without caring about Satan and his calculations. My bad self was upon me, so I gained the world.. What a miserable matter.. I was the devil himself.