Non-Conformist Atheist (who believes in hell)

I don't really like to talk about this bit, so... here it is. I believe that hell is real and no matter how hard you try to evade it-it will devour your soul. I don't believe in heaven. Together, there are two ways of looking at this spectrum of light or darkness. As one would provoke the idea of afterlife and possible deities of therefore mentioned haven or hell of souls.
Metaphorically and literally.
I take the metaphorically term as seriously as little. The literal version I do not pray for, I don't even try to think about (that's for you to think about). If there are any possibilities that hell is real (we hung Jesus Christ up on a cross and that's the end of the bible-face it. Hell is real) I try to dismiss it as a literal-hang on to this later-subject. Due to being that one guy who is interested in stuff like this.
So, when the idea hits, I like to mull it over and progress the thought. But, try to not overthink one thing. It lingers, trust me.

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