Where Death Touched Me, I Bloomed Briefly

For awhile I've been debating on what to do on my account, I'm new and without friends, which is fine but I feel the need to be active in some way cause if not I kinda feel like a poser ~(* _ *)~ which I don't wanna be so seeing as the world is on the brink of Apocalypse I thought "why not just make this a dream journal" which I found interesting and potentially enjoyable seeing as the blogs are my favourite aspect of spacehey so yeah, to the nobody reading this <3

16.06.25

One night I dreamt I had committed an atrocity, Murder, out of necessity and the one who was Ment to kill me in return pitied me after knowing my reasons but as they stirred emotionally death came, scythe in hand and cloak overhead, to fulfill karmatic justice, they ended my life and the few seconds I was without life felt amazing and euphoric, the next moment I awoke in hell, and it was interesting, the poor descend not suffering from perpetual flame but from being in the same status as they were whilst alive and the rich also having the same status whilst alive, an apocalyptic fire hellscape modelled after earth, the poor and hungry had something to strive for and the selfish and rich had something to protect, the injustice and hunger, the horrific gap and relatability. 

Hell was just a little different from everyday life.

~IBLIS