The Story of my Death

My whole life was flashing before my eyes. Many special moments and special people ran through my aching brain. My breaths were getting weaker and weaker and my whole body was about out of strength. I could feel the rate of my blood-flow decreasing and the temperature of my blood getting colder the longer I was holding on. I laid there in my death bed like a 1970’s stoner that’s been high for weeks straight. My eyes were open just enough to get one last blurry image of my loved-ones. When I couldn’t bare to keep the 80 year old, weak muscles in my eyelids open any longer, and me being too wear to repent for all my sins, I let my eyes shut gently. I saw a white flash that I assumed was me entering Heaven, but then my soul began to feel uncomfortable as if something wasn’t right. The extreme heat finally hit my guilty soul and the burning felt ten times worse than my old curling iron burns. I couldn’t believe it.. I was in Hell!