Aw, tiny powers that cower:

Everytime I chance across verse 22 of Isaiah 24 all I can see is you, gathered at the bottom of your man-made underground prisons, waiting to be remembered (which is to shed your earthly shell for realms outside your control), while I and all your innocent victims throughout the Ages enjoy our eternal lives within the Unconditional Love of the Lord, God of all the Living Universe, our Creator, Maker of the Math.

I almost feel sorry for you.

You do have time to repent, but you won't, will you? Because God has hardened your hearts as in days of old.