For the Hell of it I went to Hell. I was told to by a member of Hell. Volcano, fires, lava, streams of Hot sun's were there. Timed language that debased everyone. Words that kept everyone there. Images, movies, ideas, songs. Everything in Hell was of Hell. It all matched. Faces, colors, thoughts, ideas were all of Hell. This was how to go to Hell and stay. Now I wanted to return to HEAVEN were the opposite was. The long journey back.
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