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The motel room bed is a slab. The pillow a rock. Feels like I'm back in prison, sitting up in bed trying to read the Bible by a light screwed into the wall above my head. The pages in this thing are skin-thin and the print microscopic, but I'm wading through it.
Well, skipping through the boring bits looking for the good parts.
The stuff with lessons. The stuff I can actually make head or tail of.
I flick through to the next section. Ah, here we go, a bit of action at last. Fire and brimstone. Revelation 21.8: "But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death."
Don't ask me what an idolater is when it’s
