Hellish Paths

I’m at the end of the path. All that’s left is a fork. A stupid fork. I’m left with a path to the right, and a path to the left.

The right side whispers to me thoughts of happiness, forgiveness. The left is full of shadows, fire… like Hell.
It’s my choice.

Come to our side, for the sun is shining brightly with us. Choose the path to the left and sure oblivion awaits you. The right path seems more illuminated.

Don’t listen to the fools! They tempt you, they lie! says the left side.

Who’s to know who is lying here. The left side is beckoning to me, the right still uttering beauties unknown to man.

The demons! They tell you we lie! How can you believe them? Look at that; all the fire; all the destruction! Your own eyes tell you which path is safer. I look: small angels have appeared at the center of the right path. The cherubs stare at me, no longer pleading; they’re demanding.

Do you honestly believe that their side is the best? Haven’t you ever heard of ‘don’t judge a book by it’s cover?’ All of this is an illusion! The best side is clearly here! Small thunder clouds appear to my left.

Choose! Your destiny -- the rest of your life -- is in your hands. The angels disappear, leaving only the two paths in my sight.

We’re begging you. Come to the left side and you shall live in a beautiful land. Don’t judge by appearances! Both of the voices have faded away now, and the thunder clouds are gone.

I’m still unsure as to what to do…The right side is promising, but like the left side said, looks can be deceiving. I grab my head. It’s so frustrating.

My decision could be a haven or oblivion.

Each is deceitful.