i slept in hell_

For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.
                                                                                    - Ephesians 6:12

She heard the distant cry of an infant. She felt herself gasping for air, choking on the non-existent smoke until he cackled, running his dirty hands over his pant legs that were caked with dried mud and blood. It was pure, unmixed blood from incessant labor.

The world was growing larger. Everyone was working day and night to reach utopia. All she saw was the families that slept in filth, eating rank meat and molded corn. They were always drinking. But when she asked why they just said it had been and would be that way for centuries.

Until he came again.