Church Needle
A man enters a church in hopes for salvation. He is riddled with regret and pain. Feeling as if no one would ever actually love him. He entered the congregation of people listening to a pastor distract them. He joined an assembly line of church goers lined up like sheep before they were to be fed. Suddenly a sharp pain struck the back of his neck. Almost as if a needle was being inserted into him. However he turned around to nothing but other people silently staring and listening to the preacher. Listen to me, said the preacher. And you will he saved. A silent presence was felt behind our character, and who around to see an individual trying to insert a dripping needle with a clear liquid into his neck. What are you doing to me? He asked. It’s medicine he said, it will make you better. It became clear that everyone in the congregation was being injected while listening to the preacher. It will cure your disease. Now stand still.
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