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Wrong Side of Heaven, Right Side of Hell?

Hello people. I am terribly distressed right now. We had a math test this morning (not the problem, I probably passed) but afterwards I was watching my friend who goes by the nickname Monster. She is a wreck today. Like, she says, "I'm fine."  But she is not. She is passive aggressive and negative. (Extremely passive aggressive and negative.) It is bad. But anyway, I was watching her write. She was listening to this song called (I always look at her phone to see what she is listening to) I think it was called Wrong Side of Heaven and the Right Side of Hell.
Depressing much? Yeah. She is angry at or about certain members of her family and the way they act. I was trying to read what she was writing (Which was extremely difficult BTW because it was upside down and her handwriting is often barely legible.) She was questioning if there is a right side of hell. Her reasoning was that Lucifer was an angel at one time so he perhaps could be just another time. Also she wrote that  if God is real, then surely He makes f**** ups sometimes? (Please excuse her language.) She kept writing, but I either couldn't read it or I have forgotten it.
Guys, I was like almost crying. My friend was sitting there so confused and there was no time to talk to her and to explain the truth! (Also we aren't allowed to talk when there is a test in math.)
I need to say the truth y'all. So let's go.

  1. She is not a monster. She is carefully created by God in His image.                                                     Genesis 1:26 (a)  Then God said, “Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness... Genesis 1:27 So God created mankind in his own image,
        in the image of God he created them;
        male and female he created them.
  2. God does not make f***ups. Before sin, (which is an action that does not honor Him, or goes directly against his nature.) everything was perfection. Even Adam and Eve (the first humans) had a perfect relationship with Him.                                                                                                    Genesis 1:31 God saw all that he had made, and it was very good. And there was evening, and there was morning—the sixth day.
  3. Satan/Lucifer, fallen angel that he is, does not rule Hell. He is a prisoner there. Hell is God's prison for the Angels that fell from grace. They will stay there until the final days when they will be cast into a bottomless pit. {Why do people go to Hell then? And why won't He give them a second chance?} Well, He didn't want us to have to go there, but that is where separation from God is. (I don't know all the answers.) Angels, unlike people, do not have souls. They are like humanoid animals as far as I know. (I will ask my Pastor for more info.) Anyway, people have souls and minds. (Different from a brain. A mind has creativity)                                                          Pastor says they are spiritual being that do not bear the image of God like humans.
  4. Satan cannot be just. Jesus says in John chapter 8 that there is "no truth in him." 
So I lost my rhythm, I hope that answers some questions for you guys. Have a good day. (Took me a whole weekend to finish this post.) OH! One last thing, I learned that the song that spurred this post was written about PTSD. Just added the for context.

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