silence! said the demon to the other as they circled, the young boy is trying to think. the final thoughts course through his mind even now as we speak. no! the other cried, i want him now, let's pick this fruit while it's ripe! they faced each other and smiled. let's wait a little while, he's ours, let's take our time.
donald felt a chill crawling up and down his spine, like a once warm vein gone cold. he could feel an icy breeze, but no wind was shaking the trees, from where the breeze came donald did not know. so he tried to shake the cold, thinking back an hour ago to a decision he had made: there would be no Christ in his precious little life. this decision he would take beyond his grave
the world went black, donald couldn't breath and his face turned a sickening blue. grasping for sight he saw something in the night and around him two images flew. slowly gettting clearer he could see them getting nearer donald screaming as they spat in his face: welcome to hell we'll be with you shortly for now, the abiding place...
there is more to the story, but really don't you worry, donald's fate is surely sealed. he chose to stand alone, to stand upon his own, but now the truth he'll find too real. you see we all have to choose, you follow God, or follow you. donald chose to chase his pleasures from the start. to ride atop the world, no help, no God, just him, but the ride was cut short by a speeding car... anyone else want a ride?