The Cliff/Why Every Priest Should Be A Saint
I'm standing near the edge of a cliff. The land is barren with no vegetation. The edge of the cliff is jagged. I look over the edge and see a drop that takes my breath away. This is the eternal pit that if you fall in, you never come out of. The fall into this darkness is for miles and miles. At the bottom of this pit are horrors that I will not mention here. I look to my right and a mile wide along the edge of the cliff there are people standing at the edge ready to fall in. Behind them, packed very tightly are thousands of souls behind the ones on the edge and they are so tightly packed that they cannot move even their arms easily. They cannot run from the horror that awaits them as there is something constraining them, keeping them in place. Occasionally one or two will break free of the bonds that are holding them and run away from the path of destruction. Then I see the most horrible thing. People were being added to the back of this horrible line and the ad