Will I go to Hell if I lie? Tell a fib, a silly tale, a story. Does it count if I don’t realize that I am even lying at all? What if I believe my words so much that I accept what I am saying as the truth? With my acceptance, those around me follow. They believe and fall for the lie I have been feeding them. The lie I have been feeding myself. Will I go to Hell if I lie? Even when I believe myself? Even when my body my mind my soul are screaming, begging me to wake up. To admit the lie. To face the truth. To tell the truth. Crack. So, here I am, breaking through. And all this time spent wondering, worrying about my lie taking me to Hell, I was already living in the one I had created.