The devil whispered in my ear, "you're not strong enough to withstand the storm." Today I whispered in the devils ear, "I am the storm."
I operate better in the dark.
Till the hard times come we drift in a haze once you hit rock bottom your eyes open and you climb the ladder of life and raise youself back up
What if Hell was actually really difficult to get into? What if the only way to do so was by making the devil himself take a shine to you and invite you in? What happens to all the other people, not allowed into heaven and not wanted by Hell? Where do they go?
This statement is really cool, deep, trustworthy, and verry helpful. Hopefully you understand what it means.