The Mad Priest

He walks into the church, feeling the burden of all eyes on him. Stands before the congregation and all he can think of is the bottle of whiskey beside his black bible on the table in his room.
Looking at the self deceiving youths before him, the adultery  committing husbands and wives who are in church because they want to confess their sins of last week, the same they spoke of last two weeks. And behold the others, those that are probably the same age or older than god. Their motives are to die in the house of the Lord, but they never do.
He is tired of this unending ritual, but he must proceed.
After 20 minutes of just standing and looking at the congregation, he looks down at the bible neatly placed before him. Frozen silence of death and the piercing whispers of the undiluted voices of Lucifer's  cohorts. "you have sinned... how then shall you cleanse these... You never had a part in Gods plan... You are just the same as these damned souls..." The voices always tormented him, then he would yell like one under torment as he was now.
He bows his head and clenches his fists on the podium to silence the voices in his head, but the forces that be are far more greater.
Right from time he never knew what he was always doing up here or why he never had the right to choose his own path.
He drops on his knees, his eyes bleeding and the congregation arises in fright. Who would save them , when the priest who used to can't even save him self as they can see.
The priest can smell his end gazing at him. The end has been a long time coming and its time for self destruction.
He brings out a black gun from under his skirt, points it to his head and yells to the congregation "If ever there was god, he probably slept off after creation" he pulls the trigger. Blood crawls down from the legs of  the Christ, back to the lifeless body of the priest who lost his life and is on the floor of the alter.
Frustration is the ferry that conveys souls to the dreary pit of helplessness, demanding blood from the dented soul.
The priest was never committed to the cause, never understanding who the real enemy was... "him self"