The Saint and the Punished

The joys he'll enter into, in Zion, are beyond compare. Mansions, cities of gemstones raised the height of the earth to the moon, countrysides, rivers, mountains, valleys, lakes, the trees of the Fruit of Life, lush fertile plains, beautifully woven courts within the City itself likened to the most beautiful State Parks imaginable within its decadent cube; with flowing rivers and waterfalls; even all the animals of the Saints will be there, and all of our precious creatures we loved.  Streets paved with gold, and Pearl gates. Decadent food and drinks, with no hunger or thirst. And he'll be married to Zion, and call the Land Beulah.

If you do not accept Jesus, you'll be imprisoned in a cell of sandstone, licked with flame, and if you were really bad, will be tormented by a demon as your cellmate. You'll descend the tunnel of hell, into the grave, and appear in the caverns of hell, and meet the Satyrs, Dragons, Imps and Cockatrices, and they'll take you to your abode, where you will rot with worms in your wounds, being wounded, and have no thought, no wisdom, no activity, and have all your love stolen from you. You'll feel like a rolled up ball, being tossed around, and never at rest. And your only peace will be that you are where you ought.