**THIS IS AN ATTEMPT AT SATIRE. DO NOT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY**
I have a one way ticket to hell.
Maybe because I empathize with Jeffrey Dahmer. He only wanted not to be lonely and in total control of another. That’s what love is supposed to be ain’t it?
Or maybe it’s because I watch too many documentaries on serial killers. Have you seen the Night Stalker series on Netflix? Or maybe it’s because some mornings I begin my day with the news and relish at the destruction of the world. It could even be because I start my mornings off with murder. Or maybe it’s because I am considering joining the Satanic Temple. Who knows? Who really cares? We are all going some place huh?
Maybe hell ain’t all that bad. I don’t know anyone who has been there. Do you? I’ve only seen movies of what someone else’s interpretation of hell is. What if, what if heaven ain’t all that good? Hell, its full of sinners ain’t it. Oh…oh excuse me, REPENTED sinners. It doesn’t mean that the soul is pure.
Maybe I’m just a pessimist and God has no plans to send me anywhere. Maybe I will reside in limbo, that space between good and evil. Hell, I live there already. I can navigate through the imagined torment of hell and the imagined joy of heaven. It ain’t that hard.
It really doesn’t matter where I go because maybe, just maybe, there is no place to go at all.