How easily we go on committing sins throughout our lives,
As though we have prepared ourselves for the darkest flames of hell,
When the inevitable and undeniable truth is that,
Our skin can’t even resist the tender warmth from a pot on the stove.

Death trap…

“You can’t jump,” he half yelled.
“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t,” she cried as she spoke.
“Do you wish to die a murderer?” he said.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“You won’t die till you have hit the ground, but the moment you lift your feet, you will have killed me.”