By the time I was ten I would no longer worry about Angels on my shoulder. I would no longer believe there was a tally of my deeds, both good and ill. I would no longer believe in Heaven, or Hell, or God or the Devil. The Saints would hold no special place in my heart.
By age ten I was no idiot.
I did not believe.
But I was an idiot.
And so were they
They tell you that Hell is vast.
They tell you that Hell is a place of agonising torment.
They tell you that Hell is the fate that awaits the wicked.
And they tell you that Hell is a prison for all eternity.
Idiots.
They only got it half right.
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