if i knew anything about you i'd have killed myself by now and you'd have nothing to worry about, all your work completed and finished, nothing to do, absolutely nothing. you'd practically be dead to the world, you can't breathe, you're suffocating. your eyes are popping out of your head, everything goes numb, it's almost like you're in a deep sleep and never going to wake up. the devils wrath is going to take your soul away, and you'll never come back, but you're not bad enough to get kicked out of hell.
