[Excerpts from a fundy tract titled "Your First Six Days in Hell."]
As you move farther, faint sounds of moaning and wailing become detectable. They seem to be coming through the darkness from every direction. You become aware of a faint light. It flickers like a flame, yet thick clouds of black smoke dance all around it, keeping the flame from casting off any real hope of light. Suddenly you find yourself obsessed to know what day and hour it is. Already it feels like you've been here for an eternity...and it's only Day 1.
The heat. It's right at the edge of unbearable. Hot, searing, intolerable heat. You crave water. You'd give anything for a drink, and you try unsuccessfully to push that desire out of your mind. The air is thick, choking, miserable...and it's just Day 2.
At least you think it's day 3. It seems as if it has already been forever. You've not been able to sleep....You wonder when this nightmare will end. You wonder why somebody can't make it stop...and it's only Day 3.
Looking back, you think how foolish you were to reject God's offer of salvation. You wish you could choose again. You find yourself hoping that your loved ones will choose differently, even though you realize such a choice means you'll never see them again...never touch them...never speak to them. What a horrible realization...and it's only Day 4.
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[10/31/2008 2:36:59 PM]
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