Jet Black Angels

This is based on ‘Heaven Help Us’. I think I wrote the start of this, the first two paragraphs, at school, actually, but I took a bit, about one sentence, from when I was staying with my cousins + I had to go to church with them (Can these people imagine this endless hell?). The whole time I was there I was wondering what the people, the congregation, would think of me if they knew my thoughts. I reached the conclusion I’d be condemned to hell, or something. Then I realized these people weren’t as harsh as Catholics (no offense to anyone) + maybe I’d just be preached at for a few weeks. The end is kind of like some sort of hell, the dream filling my mind for ever. Anyway, this has nothing to do with anything, here’s my story.