I watch as the flames engulf the chopped timber that used to be a strong tree protecting all things underneath it. This visualization seems to make me queasy at the thought of living in it for the rest of eternity. It s not somewhere I would like to be. I d rather not be burned every living minute of my life. How could partying, drinking, murdering and all things similar be worth it in the long run? It has always seemed better to me to be safe and happy than alone and suffering. If hell isn t a big enough threat, I don t know what is.

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