I wanted to write a letter to you describing how deep I was.. I know you. Far better than I can show you. What if I wrote yo *** about the past before Christ to show you where you eternal soul would go to. It would be written as forgery as your undying soul hopelessly remained in purgatory repenting sins from the past knowing it was too late.. Hell has finally got to your ***. But it's cold.. Too cold. And dark as if the temperature matched your very soul. Heartless and thoughtless.