favorite shows Babylon 5. Don't be fooled by him my son. Again, he hears his mother’s voice, but louder this time. He gets up and does a check of the interior of his town house, hoping he is not going insane. After being unable to locate anyone in the house, he chalks it up to nerves or his imagination. Crap, I'll take a sleeping pill to help me get some rest before I go crazy. The sleeping pills did help him sleep, but he did nothing but toss and turn the entire night. His sleep was filled with visions of hell and demonic beings torturing wayward human souls. He dreamt of a large whole opening in his bedroom connecting to another world filled with screams and pain. He didn't want to go, but his feet had a mind of their own. Shuffling forward he entered the hole and immediately falls, plummeting for what seems like an eternity. He closes his eyes preparing to die. When he opens his eyes he's on solid ground. Before him is a vast open space with doors on each side leading to large rooms. There are hundreds, no thousands, of these chambers. He walks into the closest one to his right and sees a large white man being stabbed over and over by women of different races.
Behind him he heard his mother's voice again. Unlike the other times she was there when he turned around. He instantly knew that he must be dreaming since his mother had been dead for years. Mom, where are we, and why are we here? We’re in hell son and I'm here to warn you. So what's the story with the guy getting stabbed over and over by those ladies? This man was a rapist in life. This is his own personal hell. This place is big, but I thought hell would be larger than this. Hell isn't one place, but rather a lot of locations all connected together. They vary in size from chambers as small as a holding cell to ones as large as a city. To enter different parts of hell you just have to concentrate and you'll appear there. Different cells in the room had people of different races and ages in them. Let me show you another part of hell.
She grabbed his hand and they appeared on the shore of a vast sea. The sky was red and he saw no trees or vegetation in sight in any direction. He could see people bobbing up and down all connected by some type of chain. They were crying, screaming and cursing. He wanted to help them, but couldn't figure out how. The heat from the lake was incredible warming his skin from 20 feet away. She took his hand again and they went to many areas of hell, witnessing all manner of torments from people being tortured in every conceivable way. The one that stood out to him was the woman who had maggots, worms and different insects feasting on her flesh. Many of these insects were eating her from the inside out, crawling in and out of her eyes, nose and other orifices. Some forms of hell were different than just people being tormented by demons or monsters. In this hell a white man was running from a large crowd of about 20 women of different races. These people had bats, ropes, sticks and other sharp instruments capable of inflicting pain and harm. Puzzled, Quenton looked over at his mother for an explanation. This man was extremely wealthy and used his position of power to abuse people of other races. Now he experiences the lives of people who have been abused by racial crimes over the centuries. The particular life he's living now is that of a slave about to be lynched.
She takes his hand once more and they appear in another large chamber about the size of a football field. In the center of the chamber is a large hole about 20 feet wide and in any direction from what he can tell, as he has no way to get a better measurement. Stepping closer he looks down, but can't see a bottom to this hole. He does hear over powering screaming that sounds like it’s coming from a multitude of people. My son this is what's in store for you if you give in to anger and bitterness. Better to die a good man than to destroy whom you are and what you stand for to
Behind him he heard his mother's voice again. Unlike the other times she was there when he turned around. He instantly knew that he must be dreaming since his mother had been dead for years. Mom, where are we, and why are we here? We’re in hell son and I'm here to warn you. So what's the story with the guy getting stabbed over and over by those ladies? This man was a rapist in life. This is his own personal hell. This place is big, but I thought hell would be larger than this. Hell isn't one place, but rather a lot of locations all connected together. They vary in size from chambers as small as a holding cell to ones as large as a city. To enter different parts of hell you just have to concentrate and you'll appear there. Different cells in the room had people of different races and ages in them. Let me show you another part of hell.
She grabbed his hand and they appeared on the shore of a vast sea. The sky was red and he saw no trees or vegetation in sight in any direction. He could see people bobbing up and down all connected by some type of chain. They were crying, screaming and cursing. He wanted to help them, but couldn't figure out how. The heat from the lake was incredible warming his skin from 20 feet away. She took his hand again and they went to many areas of hell, witnessing all manner of torments from people being tortured in every conceivable way. The one that stood out to him was the woman who had maggots, worms and different insects feasting on her flesh. Many of these insects were eating her from the inside out, crawling in and out of her eyes, nose and other orifices. Some forms of hell were different than just people being tormented by demons or monsters. In this hell a white man was running from a large crowd of about 20 women of different races. These people had bats, ropes, sticks and other sharp instruments capable of inflicting pain and harm. Puzzled, Quenton looked over at his mother for an explanation. This man was extremely wealthy and used his position of power to abuse people of other races. Now he experiences the lives of people who have been abused by racial crimes over the centuries. The particular life he's living now is that of a slave about to be lynched.
She takes his hand once more and they appear in another large chamber about the size of a football field. In the center of the chamber is a large hole about 20 feet wide and in any direction from what he can tell, as he has no way to get a better measurement. Stepping closer he looks down, but can't see a bottom to this hole. He does hear over powering screaming that sounds like it’s coming from a multitude of people. My son this is what's in store for you if you give in to anger and bitterness. Better to die a good man than to destroy whom you are and what you stand for to
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