Darkness surrounds me like a prison of greed, lust, desire, and of thoughts. Though thoughts they may be, they burn within my weakeded soul. The flames of hell are of little consequence to this moment of sin. Misery is the condition of the human soul. Like a disease it is passed between fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives. Though pain I feel, I am content in the knowledge that it will pass, as all life does from this earth.