Crisis Heaven was made to hold the souls that have done good on this earth, and hell was made for the terrible who terrorized the ground they laid their feet on. Why could God not change their hearts, when even he knew the sinister clouds had billowed up in their bodies? Were they so corrupt that the almighty himself became powerless in influencing their ways for the better? The way I sit becomes uncomfortable, and my mind races relentlessly. I question my existence and my whole being, and wonder if I have truly gone mad.
