I've been seriously considering to sell my soul to the devil these past couple of days. They say that the devil can give you anything you want....in exchange for your soul. Once you made an agreement with him, your soul (once you die) will burn in Hell for all eternity.
That doesn't sound good...but I ran out of other options (actually, this isn't entirely true, I still have other options, one of which is coming clean and hurt someone in the process...a chance I'm not willing to take). At this point, it would be better if I take full responsibility of the pains. A martyr sinner, that's what I'd like to call myself now.
I first discussed this matter with my primary friends over a pretentious meal at Big Ben and Devie, gave a surprisingly moving remark: "Why not sell your soul to God, instead?" (this came out as a joke, but still, somehow she has a point...if I could only put my finger on it). For a moment, I was in a trance and relived the whole story of The Prodigal Son inside my head. And then I thought of myself; the things that I've done over the past 19 years; the kind of person that I've become (i.e. my genuinely honest self-proclamation of my infamous societal roles)... and my thought of that alone was like an awfully sonorous ring of a colossal bell that tolled me back to reality from that meditative state (Ode to a Nightingale, John Keats).
God doesn't want my soul. It's far too filthy for Him to embrace. He wont risk causing friction with it on His pearly white robe if He hugs me when I dare try to pull-off an ala-"prodigal son" finale.
....So how do I make a deal with the devil??
That doesn't sound good...but I ran out of other options (actually, this isn't entirely true, I still have other options, one of which is coming clean and hurt someone in the process...a chance I'm not willing to take). At this point, it would be better if I take full responsibility of the pains. A martyr sinner, that's what I'd like to call myself now.
I first discussed this matter with my primary friends over a pretentious meal at Big Ben and Devie, gave a surprisingly moving remark: "Why not sell your soul to God, instead?" (this came out as a joke, but still, somehow she has a point...if I could only put my finger on it). For a moment, I was in a trance and relived the whole story of The Prodigal Son inside my head. And then I thought of myself; the things that I've done over the past 19 years; the kind of person that I've become (i.e. my genuinely honest self-proclamation of my infamous societal roles)... and my thought of that alone was like an awfully sonorous ring of a colossal bell that tolled me back to reality from that meditative state (Ode to a Nightingale, John Keats).
God doesn't want my soul. It's far too filthy for Him to embrace. He wont risk causing friction with it on His pearly white robe if He hugs me when I dare try to pull-off an ala-"prodigal son" finale.
....So how do I make a deal with the devil??
2 cared enough to read this thing:
you know why i don't believe in the devil? it's because i don't believe in punishment. repentance is enough, and that's what this post is.
so don't think of this comment as anything that could help you in getting Satan's contact number. :D :D
didn't i already post a reply to ur comment?o.o odd...and u're right...there is no hell...
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