To see your breasts, I would steal,
To touch them, I would kill,
To oil them, I would take on armies,
To taste them, I would die,
And, to come on them, in Hell, I would happily fry.
If I was the devil, I would be really good at it, I would know exactly how to construct the worst possible Hell for any individual. Its simple: give them what they most want, what they desire most in their hearts, their loves, their dreams, their ambitions and longings. Give them this every day… and then rip it from them … every day.
Making someone miserable all the time is not Hell, people can get used to any amount of pain. What really hurts them is to raise their hopes and then dash them. Make them as happy as they possibly can be and then steal that from them and do it over and over and over. Nothing can make them hurt more. Pain is at its most awful when it follows directly in the footsteps of happiness.
This is my biggest fear.
Unfortunately this does not work on everybody, only those that are brave enough to love to a great extent or long beyond reason for what they want can be destroyed by such a plan – but for those people, such a Hell would be so much worse than any eternal burning pit.
Burning? In a fire? For all eternity? How boring, the devil it seems has no imagination.
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