A not so long ago past when me and you had a desire for the city, for the Freedom. We didn’t know freedom is was an illusion, we didn’t know freedom was lonely and a frightening , we didn’t understand that it is all a morality test from God and that most people fail and give themselves a chronic self inflicted punishment. Maybe we are a part of that group already, maybe without realising. Think of all the demons we have crossed paths with, how free they were. Once You realise you fulfilled your own punishment, That you have given yourself too much freedom you will notice you cannot know what your place in this life is - there is a disappointment shortly after. You think you can take yourself to a bigger city or just anywhere to find it, You think it will be different there, but Eventually, like clock work disappointment strikes your forehead like lightning , At a quicker rate every time - It all eventually feels the same, The sins get worser, you’re tired of this jungle, you realise you want to go back home. You begin to even hear that your bones are whispering out asking you to leave, but your flesh and pride are louder at the time being, but though only whispers you still notice, and you make the wrong decision you always have been doing but this time you are ashamed. You feel ashamed.
But that’s the first step, You have to go through hell to get to heaven. hell is warm, Hell has lights like Vegas, Hell has friends, Hell has fun. Purgatory is cold, Purgatory is sure something , but one fate is worser than the other. Figure it out for yourself.