The decaying man spoke, malice lining his voice, as no one had dare to listen to him "I am a soul whome has seen the gates of heaven and has been rejected, bound to the pits of hell to rot forever, I bare knowledge for you, young one, spare my words for I am tired and weak, death clings ever so close just out of my grasp, if only I where not bound I could reach it but for my arms are to short and my limbs feel like tar had a hold of them and how my eyes feel as if I cry once more they are to fall out, so I sit here talking to thou whome doesn't respond nore take the time to see as the pain I'm going through eats me bone dry, for no one cares on how I have lived or whome I loved, it's not important when your fate is set, dear wanderer I wish you luck, dont end up like me, confront God and tell him to suck my blood crusted dick for me will you? " his voice drifted away in the wind as you continued on your path to seek the story's you desired