When I was a dumb kid, I did something stupid, and almost died. I've hovered over the rim of Hell. And I was an atheist when it happened. I didn't believe in heaven or hell.

It used to scare me shitless that Hell actually exists. I mean, how the fuck can Hell actually exist?? You don't know what horror is. You don't understand what fear is. You don't even comprehend it, because you are physically incapable of processing that degree of trauma and horror.

But now, it comforts me. Because the beginning and end of Hell is the idea of justice. These people might squeak by in life, but they will not in death. And the best part of it is they convince themselves that Hell is make-believe. But I know, deep down, that they know Goddamned good and well that it exists. But like the animals on the farm, they pretend not to see the butchering shed, because their psychopathic brains are too busy getting money and pussy and fame.

This. will. end. baddly. for. them.

When I was a dumb kid, I did something stupid, and almost died. I've hovered over the rim of Hell. And I was an atheist when it happened. I didn't believe in heaven or hell.

It used to scare me shitless that Hell actually exists. I mean, how the fuck can Hell actually exist?? You don't know what horror is. You don't understand what fear is. You don't even comprehend it, because you are physically incapable of processing that degree of trauma and horror.

But now, it comforts me. Because the beginning and end of Hell in the idea of justice. These people might squeak by in life, but they will not in death. And the best part of it is they convince themselves that Hell is make-believe. But I know, deep down, that they know Goddamned good and well that it exists. But like the animals on the farm, they pretend not to see the butchering shed, because their psychopathic brains are too busy getting money and pussy and fame.

This. will. end. baddly. for. them.