WAGES OF SIN
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To God by law death is the wages of sins, but to the devil it's pains and sorrows while you live.
This is a story about a man named Josh who suddenly found himself in one of Saint Thomas Hospital beds and was being tormented by demons for his past sins which were recorded against him.
Josh remembers there's a God who delivers in the days of afflictions. He called out to Him but no answer came through.
Could Josh's sufferings be the wages of his sins?
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