The Devil's Descendants

By the time I was ten I would no longer worry about Angels on my shoulder. I would no longer believe there was a tally of my deeds, both good and ill. I would no longer believe in Heaven, or Hell, or God or the Devil. The Saints would hold no special place in my heart.By age ten I was no idiot.I did not believe.But I was an idiot.And so were theyThey tell you that Hell is vast.They tell you that Hell is a place of agonising torment.They tell you that Hell is the fate that awaits the wicked.And they tell you that Hell is a prison for all eternity.Idiots.They only got it half right.