Sitting on a stool. The stool is dirty, coated with four layers of mud and gritt. It's been laying at the bottom of a lake for some time now... Mabey I have been laying in a lake for some time too? Is this heaven?... No. No, heaven wouldn't smell like rotten flesh and the belly of a volcano. This was hell. Hell in a basement... Think retard THINK Why am I here What happened There are too many thoughts in my head im gaining consciousness WOW I think fast when I am scared who is this? Opening the door - a knife? That's new Oh shit oh shit oh shit Why why what did I do no don't get any closer... Here he comes.. God save m Éggjbnm Kik Gfv. Dddvbbnnnnn Tik Uo G. Dn.

Why People Go To Hell Well.. It's simple. Take a box. Now fill that box with your favor rite variety of jelly beans. Picturing it? Whats happening?.. Why yes! The box has started to overflow, and those jelly beans who simply could not grip onto the lip of the box have fallen down, down, down onto the dusty, dirt clad floor. Where they are forever left to rot. You see? There is only space in heaven for the best of us. Or in the case of a jelly bean, the banana flavor ones. Tangerine can go fuck uitself.

Fucking Angels Orial was not as angelic as one may think. He had hidden horns, disguised forked tounge, and malice behind his bleak black eyes. And this was the soul reason why god had damned him to the fiery pits of hell- because there was no room for the damaged man upstairs...

The wooden planks creaked under my bare feet as I was dragged hastily through the maze of seemingly never ending.... Sod it. I like to think I can, but I never get past the opening paragraph. Limited vocab. Thus, I am no King. I can't write.

Awakening: Part 2 And the angel left me to die. The angle fled hell and climbed the steep stairwell to heaven... Leaving death behind in its path. There was no angel now to guide me, nor to heal my bloodied wounds. I was dying. And my angel knew it. But the darkness was drawing in, and the wind was blowing harder, through the crevasses of the wooden stable door. But I had hope, and hope was all I needed. The devils son was my hope. And I hated that...