Last month, I partook in a family trip to London for a couple days. On our last night there, there was a guy standing on a stool in Leicester Square, yelling at nobody in particular about how they were doomed to hell, and handing out copies of this very tract. Of course, I took one off him. He asked me if I was a Christian, to which I replied in the negative.
The tract itself is classic scare-you-into-converting material. Hit the jump.