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1 " Am I going to hell?” I asked suddenly. He turned his head slowly, and I could feel the palpable weight of his stare on me. I could feel his love, too. But I also felt something else coming from him. Sadness. “I’m sorry, James,” he said gently. “But, yes, you are going straight to hell. "
― J.R. Rain , The Body Departed
2 " So that’s it, then,” I said. “I’m afraid so, yes.” “Is it as bad as they say?” “Worse.” “Fuck,” I said. “Sorry.” “Cuss all you want, my friend. You’ve reached the point where it really doesn’t matter anymore.” “So I’m beyond help?” “Yes. Again, I’m sorry.” “So basically I could sin all I want—” “Right. And it wouldn’t matter.” “Fuck.” “Yes, that’s the spirit.” “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” A "
3 " In death, the soul experiences what the soul wants to experience. "
4 " golden tunnel. Light poured out of it and washed over me, and something close to singing reached my ears. Heartbreakingly beautiful singing. The voice of angels. "
5 " reached down through the closed wooden lid and struck a key. A minor key, I think. "