The bridge...

Between Heaven and Hell, there's a bridge, thinner than a thread, sharper than a blade.
To redeem my wretched soul, I have to cross it. Inch by inch, bloodied hands and knees shredded to the bone, I crawl painfully towards Paradise. All around me the cool breezes of Paradise and the raging fires of Hell fight. Demons are jeering me, their prey escaping. The Angels reach out and pull me to safety, but my slippery wrists escape their grasp.
As I start my long descent into the furnace, the last thing I see is their dismayed faces, full of tears.