“Praying for them”

I stood over their grave and I prayed they’d found a way into heaven.

I knew it was a longshot.

Praying, hoping, they would have gotten in.

But I did I anyway.

I had to do it.

I had to, for myself.

I needed to feel like I’d done something.

Something to help them in the afterlife.

A long shot I know.

But it was what I needed to do.

I had to pray for them.

Even though they would most certainly end up in hell.

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