The answer to your problems

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He suffocates me, slowly squeezing the life out of my soul. I hear his thirst for my blood, my happiness, my life.  

"You aren't worth, baby." The devil whispers in my ear. It's raspy spine-chilling voice sends a terrible chill down my neck.

Fat, salty, painful tears flow down my ashen white cheeks. I try to scream, but his filthy hand covers my mouth. Noone could hear me. Noone could see my pain.

The devil pushes me off the bridge of faith and into the depths of eternal death. He mocks me as I slowly plummet down. 

He pierces my hopes and dreams until blood pours out, dripping on the floor. Encouragements of taking the wrong path is what it chants day and night.

"Si! Sin! SIn!" He says. "Noone cares for you! Go on!"

I smile bitterly and slowly, I start to believe. I start to believe that I am alone. Noone wants me. I am not worthy and will never be.I am sinful. I am a fool. I can never be forgiven. I deserve to die. 

I look at my hands and see a sharp silver knife. It's blade glistens in the moonlight. I wrap my fingers around the handle and I know that one swift movement could end everything. It could end my loneliness, my regrets,my lies,  my guilt and ... my life.

This is the only answer, is it not?

The devil looks at me with monstrous eyes and nods it's head, encouraging me to do it.

"Baby,"He smiles."You have nothing to live for, so just end it all."

I close my eyes and grip the blade, I raise it, adjusting the tip of the  blade so that it points directly to my heart.

I bite my lip and I could sense the devil's excitement. He licks his blood red lips.  

As I was getting ready to pierce the knife...

A light suddenly shines before me. I open my eyes and see a cross.

A man's feet and hands are nailed to the cross. Blood is trickling from from His body and a crown of thorns is  upon His head.

"Don't kill yourself, child" He says. " I already died for you..."

My eyes widen and I could feel tears sprout to my eyes.The knife drops from my hand and falls on the ground.

As quickly as the cross appeared, it dissapeared before my eyes and I was left all alone with the devil. But fear and regret had left me, it was as if that man took away all my sorrow and pain with Him. 

I knew who that man was. 

And I realised that dying was not the answer. 

And I knew what would soon happen.

Jesus will descend form the Heavens. His majesty will unfold throghout Heaven and Earth.

"Hosanna!" the angels will sing, "Hosanna in the highest!"

The devil hide and erupt into flames. He will plummet into Hell, the place of eternal sufferings. He will gnash his teeth. The pain will be unbearable, so unbearable, he'll want to die. But he can't, because he already is.

Jesus' glory will shine and the righteous will rejoice. 

I smiled and grabbed the knife on the floor and threw it far away. Far, far, far away.

I knew the answer to  my problems.

I knelt down, put my hands together and prayed.

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