As I burned the midnight candle I wondered about my subject for tomorrows sermon. Hell and damnation was always a popular subject with my congregation. For each one of them was living a life of purgatory. Their mental anguish was all too plain for me to see from my privileged position. As I looked down on them, I felt like crying in rage at my god. I often asked why did he allow such suffering. I heard the creaking of the asylums front gate, and I wondered which poor soul was entering my domain tonight, for my captive audience never left.