Dear Ungrateful World; 
Although everyone on Earth has failed to give me even half the accolades and adulation that should go with me, grace, , I will still fulfill my destiny. You're welcome. 
For you insolent pukes, I will shed my blood to once again open the gates of heaven. Because of me, you heathen beasts won't have to endure any locust, floods, toads or ATF non-incendiary devices. Ingrate pricks. 
So, start erecting statues, knocking out opponents, singing songs, scoring touchdowns, hitting home runs, hiding colored eggs every year around the 6th of September, and doing other shit for my glory because you fuckers owe me big. 

a.k.a. grace
P.S. If you have any questions or need to get in contact with me, see Whoopi Goldberg