What do you think Hell is like?
The Devils Welcome
Imagine walking through clouds of smoke to arrive at these rusty old gates, at the top in letters of nail scratches of desperation, it reads: “Leave all hope behind, ye who enter” (in five thousand languages), instead of feeling fear you feel relieved, “hope only gave me a moral responsibility…without hope I have no duties to fulfill my future dreams and therefore no work and nothing to be gained from this experience other than personal amusement…and if I gain nothing I can only loose what my sinful soul brings”.
As you hesitantly enter through the squeaking gates, you look down to the ground to see if it really is true what they say about Hell being paved with good intentions but all you see is pee and poo from the shock of the nervous newcomers who came before you…trying to avoid stepping on the filth you notice Brussel Sprouts growing in between, “so this is where they grow…no wonder they taste so bad!” you think out loud.Slowly approaching the light at the end of the tunnel-like cavern, your body is taken over by this uncontrollably catchy rhythm you soon realize is ‘The Macarena’ being looped over and over again eternally.
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