That you believe penning such a missive would do anything other than prove the foresight My Primarch had in denying you outright is the definition of hubris.

When mortals begin to believe any of the decrepit waste that flows from your mouth, or from the ink directed by your fingers, that will signal the time in which I will give up any semblance of hope for the world.

Never again make Me the address of your foolishness, or you will learn how much displeasure I take in outright deception.

- The Skylord

Penned by My hand on the 23rd of Valnuary, in the year 652 AF.