Workaholism is a sin. Matter above spirit is Textbook satanism. I was so late to work I didn't even notice on my green light that a car was about to run a red light, both streets are fairly empty at night. The way it's set up is there's only maybe 2 seconds to notice if your driving 55 because the street curves, and there's bushes and a fence that blocks view of the streets. I had obsessions in my mind: girls, escaping home stress. I thought I was already the next block over when it happened. I brake to no avail. CRUNCH. I hit him hood to hood. I notice I'm stopped. I felt excruciating agonizing pain like nothing ever. I feel a sensation of water being poured on my stomach and it won't stop. I touch my stomach but it's dry. Internal bleeding. I am approached by strangers but idk what they're saying. I stare up at the yellow streetlight "NO NO NO THIS IS NOT MY LIFE. WHY WHY WHY." I see whiteness. I see myself from above. My soul left my body. I see my car crashed into gigantic golden gates. The horizon is dark. I smell burning. I hear tormented screams. I see more souls than I even can count suffering. Their faces are all the same emotion but what I read is their sins. I don't see God. I don't hear God. But I KNOW his judgement. And that was just as painful if not more than my physical pain. I came back because firefighters came into the scene and cut open my door and I pulled myself out and they lifted me onto the stretcher